This is a song about "Time machine"

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

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

Down in miami, with a super ho team

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Spittin machine verses are clean spittin faster then i rid green i'm under 19,but

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

But i show the black machine gun funk when the time is right,