This is a song about "Slot machine"

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Your going against the mean killing machine

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Driving my car to a foreign place

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Come see real niggas on my team

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

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

Machine the way i'm skilled

No strahan, y'all need to rebuild

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

We self-made but never is an i on the team