This is a song about "Devices"

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

I'm feelin' chris childs, you lookin' like kobe bryant jaw

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',