This is a song about "Slot machine"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

You're goin' to hear this and begin to ride on my dick

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

I'm just a cog in the machine,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Sliding in and outta her slot

That means i have no block

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

Rapping machine clapping between

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast