This is a song about "Machine"

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

And i'm just being honest

Machine the way i'm skilled

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

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

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Your developmental league don’t see a team