This is a song about "Machine man"

Machine the way i'm skilled

Young, handsome and focused

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Down in miami, with a super ho team

We self-made but never is an i on the team

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

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

And red alert was puttin in work, with chuck chillhad my homies on the hill getting ill, when shit was real

Like your a machine without a heart your working , like im talking , and telling you how i feel

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

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