This is a song about "Literary devices"

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

I don't consider most of yall rappers, just another literary hack

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Usually turn out to be the fakest ones

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law