This is a song about "Machine world"

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Machine the way i'm skilled

Real nigga, that's just how i'm built

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Your going against the mean killing machine

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

No longer with us; he's deceased

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Spitting bars like a technical machine

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I'm the most lean mean money making machine