This is a song about "Machines"

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

Spendin money on machines,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

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

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

See, it's something about commitment though

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

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

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

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans