This is a song about "Hardware"

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

I give em a script, you bitch nigga's my children

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

So now my hardware problems will sum up to none

Now, i don't see how this hardware can be so addictive,

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

They don’t want, my attention, i’m cool cousin

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done