This is a song about "X ray machines"

Concrete buildings yea they block my ray.

But i ain't get to see you today

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

Of my rap ray. my parade day on may.

What you calla lifetime, i just call a long day

But it stoppes at one point then continues like a ray

I’m atl pimpin’ custom pivot edition

Ray bradbury,but that wasn't fiction

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

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

My rhyming's like the finest thing since time machines