This is a song about "Machine learning"

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

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

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Learning molecule and for whats inside

I know your man ain't lovin you right

I'm the head coach of the team

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Womanizing to say the least

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

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

This is just an indication that we still working

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

Spitting bars like a technical machine

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream