This is a song about "Washine machines"

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

Spendin money on machines,

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing 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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Cause all i really wanna do is fuck and snort blow

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

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

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines