This is a song about "Computer"

That's that computer love

I'm breathing for a purpose

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

I just brought 'em more audience, shawty wait till november

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

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

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

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

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

Hey teens is me your leader miley i know yall starin at the computer,

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth