This is a song about "Machine world"

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

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Spitting bars like a technical machine

For serial killings across the world.

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

Wish i had a time machine

I just know what you mean

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Your going against the mean killing machine

No strahan, y'all need to rebuild

Machine the way i'm skilled

With only two songs, look at what i did

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic