This is a song about "Machine"

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

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

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I promise to keep it honest

Machine the way i'm skilled

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

And i put you on the team

Wish i had a time machine

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

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