This is a song about "Computer virus"

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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

Influenza virus. i'll have you fed

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

Sippin then call a cab nobody know their limit

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Equation? nah, you lose if you had a virus

That's that computer love

I wouldn't be famous

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

Than have to deal with that miley cyrus virus ass

My infecting virus got you spluttering disease.

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

Praise god, you feel the shots, no one wants you just like a virus,