This is a song about "Typewriter"

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Sunlife stadium, smoke on my home field

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Help im going insane again i need that pad and pen

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

Car with no limit what

So i picked the pen up

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

And what you wive me let me know that we'll be alright

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