This is a song about "The bagel machine maker dies"

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Bringing paper home an dimes taylored, but my effort an time was the fortune maker,

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Makin anything happen, im the maker.. say word?

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

While the industry dies, falls off and dismantles,

We vegetables, on them record labels

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

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

At this point there's a hole in my heart like a bagel

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

It seems that i'm mean you ain't seen the stampede,i'm a rapping machine the meanest mc

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick