This is a song about "War machine"

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine

I look into an alley and see the matrix machine

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

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

Machine the way i'm skilled

Beach on the weekend