This is a song about "Mcdonald s vending machine"

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

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

Just a couple niggas in a boxcar that bitch go lime

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Wish i had a time machine

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see