This is a song about "Computer"

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

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

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

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

Went away for a little, let my wisdom increase

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

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

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

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