This is a song about "Computer"

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

They is terrycloth with it, i'm italian leather

That's that computer love

And i can't help but notice

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Hey teens is me your leader miley i know yall starin at the computer,

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

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

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes