This is a song about "Washing machine"

Keep yo' head up and try to keep the faith

And this machine gun pointed at my face,

That flies me to places, with spaceships, that don't need money

All the while you're washing up on the shores of my clarity

So you don't got to wonder what i got up on my team

And college is a scheme, a cog in the machine

Im a killing machine aint no one gon stop me,

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty

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

Washing dishes and polar bear splitting

I'll snatch your girl if you're slipping

Your going against the mean killing machine

Maintaining my modest modest as i dream

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Mind's eye spinning, desperately trying to hit the jackpot slot machine