This is a song about "Machines are special too"

Tryna kill my dreams

Spendin money on machines,

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

I opened my bible in search to be a better christian

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

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

Morehaha, coming to a ghetto near you

Treat them no special because they're people too

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Don't rest your case as a gangsta because you wrestled your bitch

'cuz my motherfuckin' parents are too poor to pay for college,