This is a song about "Device"

Just to make it in this broadway lights

And i'm the super-learning device.

His d*** is smaller than a birth control device,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Homie he is rapping like a compu device

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

Leaving you with a breathing device, screaming "just let go!"

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

And she doesnt know it but i hid a trackin device inside her skirt

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Balls deep in this evil device, meeting his sweet demise