This is a song about "Money machine"

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

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

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Be the king, that was part of my dream

Wish i had a time machine

Come see real niggas on my team

Rapping machine clapping between