This is a song about "Computer mouse"

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Here i go again, falling in love

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

I got computer technology inside of my dome

But my vision has inclined to some interscope, and its home

That would be enough

That's that computer love

From the projects to the penthouse

When they know the truth is u a mouse/

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

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her