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

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Spendin money on 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,

And true i’ve seen better times cause i’m getting dough

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

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

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines