This is a song about "Equipment"

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I stepped up my game, and went up a gear

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

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Never hitting delete, technology peak, it's bleak,

This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep

My tv stays on cartoon network, fuck that twilight shit

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Quick masterly thieves purloining precious goods

Boom! your computer just exploded

She crazy, that stalker shit

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money

I'm a computer see, i'm quicker than a human be