This is a song about "Machines are special too"

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

Guess what you are different too

This nation's peace sent here to run you

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Too many rappers are on my hit list

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

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

Too many rappers are on my hit list

Now i’m armed and i’m fayetnam’s finest

That the teachers are giving us too much homework

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

The dream team is very special

As i light one for ill will