This is a song about "Rap machines"

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Of how they keep you still and down, convert people to machines

Snapple fact: you rather wack

I'm cruising through this smooth rap

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

And sense when because i rap,

I know what you do with that

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

He finally begins to rap,

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

Im sayin one night my love is like that

Fo ta lova rap, i always loved rap,