This is a song about "Literary devices"

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

That's what i'm screamin when these money hungy cops be chasin

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

'less you stabler and benson, i don't fuck with the law

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Odd future, o.f. until, until from now until forever

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

Get out the waykeisha now coming throughaye shawty what it dolet’s talk about me and you

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status