This is a song about "Machines"

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

Mini fourteen stuffed in my denim jeans

Now i'm living out my dreams

Spendin money on machines,

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

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

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

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens