This is a song about "Vending machines"

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

We gotta find peace and end the war in the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

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

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

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

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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