This is a song about "War machine"

Like a fuckin machine, a goddamn fiend,

Headed for doom, still consumed by the beast

No ho, acquainted with the floor

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

The holy war, the spiritual troops

And my weed man should just sell flutes

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I'm the most lean mean money making machine

To win today would just seem like a lavish dream

Your going against the mean killing machine

Money is worst than a war

Turn it up a little more

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

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

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

My rhymes are machine guns, semi-automatic