This is a song about "Vending machines"

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

You strapped to machines, barley alive. doctors saying its a miracle,

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Of how they keep you still and down, convert people to machines

Spendin money on machines,

When you're reachin' your dreams

I spit verses hard and mean statistics say mine are fighting machines,

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Know what they mean, everything ain't what it seems

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

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans