This is a song about "Money machine"

Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

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

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

Then spray to the victims who goes against me,i'm the new death machine

No longer with us; he's deceased

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

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

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody