This is a song about "The enigma machine"

Rapping machine clapping between

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

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

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic

Spitting bars like a technical machine

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

My future's an enigma, it's suffering or this bullet

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Be the king, that was part of my dream

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

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Wish i had a time machine