This is a song about "Computer"

Hahaha... computer, i'm the longest and you still cannot say a thing to me!

And leave the scene the way i came herethough some people say it's crazy

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

I'm recordin' that shit on the fuckin' little mic

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

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

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies

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

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

I regret some shit i did

Boom! your computer just exploded