This is a song about "War machine"

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Machine the way i'm skilled

And i'm just being honest

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

They say that i never cease to amaze

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Wish i had a time machine

I just know what you mean

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

I'm just a cog in the machine,

Through the years tryin to stack a little green

But fuck with me, boy, that means war

Summer time, different shore