This is a song about "Mike a computer virus"

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

This is a full blown virus, we don't fuck with a cough

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

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Spinning but it stays alive in the rotation spread like a virus

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

But at least, my spit dont taste like yeast, more like minty tooth paste, what a waste,

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Equation? nah, you lose if you had a virus

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Push the cellar ceiling up and make the tower tip