This is a song about "Computer parts"

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

The spark that ignites and tears us apart like two parts

When you talkin illest rapper

And i wanted all parts of her

And now it's clear as this promise

That's that computer love

Filled with larceny, who want parts of me?

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

So take your out notebook and listen, when i say this dont faint