This is a song about "Computer mouses"

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

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

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

It's just textbook stuff

That's that computer love

I got computer technology inside of my dome

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Hahaha... computer, i'm the longest and you still cannot say a thing to me!