This is a song about "Diak of laptops"

Something wicked this way comemore than an adversary i'm very quick

A little more of me through generation of a debate of hatred

Of being of always getting wired

Next to it: stash mattress. under it: cash, bastard

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

You shook my world and it felt apart

I'm hot breeze, snot sneeze

Top of my pile of bodies

This prada make me shallow

Return of the king of flow

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Out of this coviction of feelings

Whole team in dem new drops; nigga you should go && go cop one

Got the eye of tiger, spit of cobra, form of a dragon