This is a song about "Computer"

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

I got computer technology inside of my dome

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

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

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

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess