This is a song about "Machines"

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

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

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

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

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

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

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

Way too big for my my fucking jeans

Spendin money on machines,