This is a song about "The meme machine"

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

Grown man shit tonight no romance shit and you should make this bedroom like monday night at magic

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

So psycho raptor and his meme can fuck with you see

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,