This is a song about "Computer"

Gotta pay back that advance, so they ain't gave you shit

He storms to his computer room and, types that you're a faggot.

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

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

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

I got computer technology inside of my dome

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

That's that computer love

That will be enough

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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