This is a song about "Computer"

It's just textbook stuff

That's that computer love

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

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

Ships that sail to distant places

That's that computer love

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

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

With this heavenly flow bought a hell of whip

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Now i was dreaming bout a deal at the age of thirteen

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen