This is a song about "Computer"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

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

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

Pocket racked up all big faces

That's that computer love

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

I'm a computer see, i'm quicker than a human be

Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

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