This is a song about "Computer animation"

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Ya'll don't even know the name of my flip

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

As they wait for death, no more playin' games and animation,

Inspired by those around me, required to rhyme to become a leader and to leave this computer,

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her