This is a song about "Information technology"

Surfaced in the game with a barrage of information,

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

Now don't get me wrong, there's nothing wrong with the technology,

It's been a hell of a journey for me man

Plan incorporate technology with a wide span/

Without a doubt, a sure-fire way to get your mother fucked

Since the information taught is worthless as gossip

Can you even obtain this information?

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Information not valuable oxygen will be taxable

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

Kinda getting sick of this technology it owes me an apology

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Of information, iteration, intimidation or liberation - just instigation