This is a song about "Machine guns"

Your going against the mean killing machine

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

I bet you hear that white music

Remember my guns like a mic,

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

But i dont carry guns

Now it's 6 2's on closed curtains

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Style is patent, the measures is drastic