This is a song about "Washine machines"

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

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

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

She like me from that no hands but i'mma need her to use no teeth

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Spendin money on machines,