This is a song about "Computer"

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

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

Y’all niggas don’t worry me at least a bit

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

That's that computer love

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Alone on my journey down the road where the fork is placed

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

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

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her