This is a song about "Machine"

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

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

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Machine the way i'm skilled

I promise to keep it honest

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Spitting bars like a technical machine

And i put you on the team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

It seems that i'm mean you ain't seen the stampede,i'm a rapping machine the meanest mc

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick