This is a song about "Machines"

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Spendin money on machines,

I'm sharper than shark teeth

We all dream one day we kings and queens

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

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

That's why i'm in the club like fuck it, though

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.