This is a song about "Organic machine"

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

Of thinkinthese, are the dreams of a young teen

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Spitting bars like a technical machine

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I guess i crunched yo bones in half, a machine like ed reed built me

Listen, i said we gonna have a good time tonight

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Rapping machine clapping between

And i put you on the team