This is a song about "Computer"

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

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

Yeah, you swear your girl is faithful; everything ain't what it seems

Magic city, a stack for the fattest asses

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

I got computer technology inside of my dome

Better than college, after that, students home

I'm here to wake up the people it seems you brains being baked

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

That's that computer love

It's just textbook stuff