This is a song about "Computer hackers"

Boom! your computer just exploded

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Alone on my journey down the road where the fork is placed

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

It's just textbook stuff

That's that computer love

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens