This is a song about "Washine machines"

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Spendin money on machines,

I said believe in your dreams

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

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

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems