This is a song about "Computer"

I got computer technology inside of my dome

Better than college, after that, students home

Then they saw my computer screen, their eyes fixed on my ping.

Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping

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

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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