This is a song about "Vending machine"

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

No longer with us; he's deceased

Your going against the mean killing machine

People don't condone what they've never seen

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

My brain is a machine with mission being demolition

Wish i had a time machine

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Love to keep bakin new pies, strapin the scrapes off the side

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

My #dollars turn in more #chips than fucking vending machines,

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

Be the king, that was part of my dream