This is a song about "Computer"

That's that computer love

Cause this nigga done got jealous

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

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

Just be there to help me and support me that's what you're here for

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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,

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,