This is a song about "Sugarloaf claw machines suck"

So lucifer can suck it

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

She only want to suck

Bitches is artificially duck

Tonight you could blow up, tomorrow you suck

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets