This is a song about "Computer"

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Then start again, don't have no muthafuckin' friends niggalook inside the heartz of men

So screw my pad and pen i need to get my ass back to the computer again

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

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

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

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

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