This is a song about "Computer"

Don't believe me? then watch me empty out a full clip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

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

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

I got computer technology inside of my dome

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Boom! your computer just exploded

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her