This is a song about "Computer"

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

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

Since nautica was popular than popular for good

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

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

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

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

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen