This is a song about "Rapping machine"

And lead tha whole team

Wish i had a time machine

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

I love the way you're standing

What you're lacking is good rapping/

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Exclusives, y'all never seen

I got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

Age thirteen, rapping like a machine, and nothing is stopping my cold wind flow that sends shivers

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

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

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream