This is a song about "Simple machines"

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

High + definition = simple addition

Yo this just short and simple

Never seen you as lyrical

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my dreams

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

Ok just listen up a little

Let me explain, its real simple/

I'm fried from this ripple

Lets change it, its very simple

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

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