This is a song about "Machines are special too"

I just open up easier when i talk through a mic

Too perfect they think i'm bionic my raps are super sonic

Isn't too fertile, there are no changes in life that're are open,

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

Too many rappers are on my hit list

I promise to keep it honest

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Guess what you are different too

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Cause they are too many innocent blacks n' latins in prison.

Me? i'm wolf, you can call me tyler though

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.