This is a song about "Computer 3"

Then they saw my computer screen, their eyes fixed on my ping.

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

That's that computer love

I'm breathing for a purpose

When something is broken

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

And eat about four bowls of some frozen ice cream

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Reading your so called rap almost made me break my computer.