This is a song about "Computer"

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

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

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

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

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,

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

My shit was submarine like, under ship

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Hahaha... computer, i'm the longest and you still cannot say a thing to me!