This is a song about "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

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

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

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

Spendin money on machines,

Can barely walk the city streets

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means