This is a song about "Washing machine"

Clean time, lean fucking killing machine,

But i wear mine on my head, supreme

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Slid across the floor and flew right into a washing machine

Wish i had a time machine

For thinking you clean

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

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

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

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

Machine the way i'm skilled

Young, handsome and focused

C.r.e.a.m over niggas! get the dollar machine!

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team