This is a song about "Computer"

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

Reading your so called rap almost made me break my computer.

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

While we gon' forget you quicker than hilary did with trevor

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

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

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Then they saw my computer screen, their eyes fixed on my ping.