This is a song about "Washine machines"

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

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

And i ain't spend a minute up in the streets

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines

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

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

Tryna wire machines but its a no go.

So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero

No one stopping this elite team of dangerous machines

Story of cudi, nigga getting out my 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

Spendin money on machines,

Get grand slam fans out of they seats