This is a song about "Computer class"

Bring your pen and your weed stash

Your beautiful during class

Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

The white working class is the majority, the upper class,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I wouldn't be famous

That's that computer love

If u believe that, nigga you is dumb as ever

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Thick lips and a sick class

Crawls right down the crack of your ass