This is a song about "Computer"

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Hey teens is me your leader miley i know yall starin at the computer,

Ships that sail to distant places

That's that computer love

Yeah you laughing my nigga but everything ain't what it seems

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inspired by those around me, required to rhyme to become a leader and to leave this computer,

Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for