This is a song about "Washing machine"

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

Come see real niggas on my team

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

I'm just a cog in the machine,

You know what i mean?it's a rap machine

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

I could feel it deep inside, i was a killing machine.

Rapping machine clapping between

Be the king, that was part of my dream

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Then spray to the victims who goes against me,i'm the new death machine