This is a song about "Love computer"

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Boom! your computer just exploded

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

Sometimes i just feel like a motherfucking demon, i’m caged,

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for

Inspired by those around me, required to rhyme to become a leader and to leave this computer,

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

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