This is a song about "Computer game"

D.c. about to blow, we know cause we the guillotine

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang

The game plan, the game plan

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

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

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

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

Haha niggas murdered this shit, know what i'm saying

Sometimes i just feel like a motherfucking demon, i’m caged,

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

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

Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets