This is a song about "Rapping machine"

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

I am capable of rapping,

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

What you're lacking is good rapping/

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

I'm just a cog in the machine,

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

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic