This is a song about "Computer"

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

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

Slit sparks with a razor, hooked up to a taser, so as im slicing her i can tase her

Where you gotta give up your lifestyle for everything

Then they saw my computer screen, their eyes fixed on my ping.

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

Boom! your computer just exploded

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones