This is a song about "Washine machines"

Ambitious girl, you just wanna win, and you'd rather chase your dreams

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

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Spendin money on machines,

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

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

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

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

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

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