This is a song about "Mcdonald s vending machine"

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

We self-made but never is an i on the team

By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Listen, hold up,the young dude focused

Machine the way i'm skilled

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

My chick riding shotgun, billie jean

All this paper i fold

S queezys very bold

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Where i'm from, if you ever seen what i seen

Your going against the mean killing machine

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Rapping machine clapping between