This is a song about "Machines"

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

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

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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