This is a song about "Machines"

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Spendin money on machines,

All that ass in your jeans

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

Got ten on the floor, stop playing with flow