This is a song about "Machines"

Spendin money on machines,

If you believe then you can achieve

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,

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

Of how they keep you still and down, convert people to machines

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

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

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

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

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