This is a song about "Machine learning"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Exploring ourselves, learning, painting, and singing

Rapping machine clapping between

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Spilling these and killing em all but i'm still learning/

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Machine the way i'm skilled

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream