This is a song about "Computer parts"

With parts of their body through the mail

You can ask los, i was like a young gale

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,

I hope you brought new body parts,

Finish line with the tire marks

I don’t care where ya are

And i wanted all parts of her

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Boom! your computer just exploded

Wit my kin that i came in wit

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

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Its small enough to swallow and its got sharp parts

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts