This is a song about "Machine world"

Then spray to the victims who goes against me,i'm the new death machine

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Your going against the mean killing machine

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Push you into an old lady bagging plastic

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

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

She don't even need a job, got one anyways