This is a song about "Beastly pc"

Headed for another world, starting many beastly wars,

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

And keep on bringing that beastly flow,

Hit the club she drop it low

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

You write hah that's cute i create bars that my pc can't compute

Believe me, i'm beastly

I’m tryna be low key

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm the real o. g on the pc, shoot g. a. t. t's need some vitamin oh gee!

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

Lack control like a pc game, purposely in grew my toenail for when pe came