This is a song about "Machine learning"

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Girl cut up, got lean on lean

Rapping machine clapping between

Show ‘em how much they really mean

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Ridin' in that es with my nefertiti queen

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

There's nothing worse than merging, conscience thought with false learning

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic