This is a song about "War machine"

Weed they can't fuck with, i'm puffin a.c. green

I'm just a cog in the machine,

The holy war, the spiritual troops

Homey used to be a player, now i coach fools

Will i ever win the war

The shit that i spit is more

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Spitting bars like a technical machine

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

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

I stay spitting bars like metronome candy machine.