This is a song about "My computer"

This is not somethin that i wrote for tha queens

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

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

I got computer technology inside of my dome

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,

So screw my pad and pen i need to get my ass back to the computer again

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

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

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

Hey teens is me your leader miley i know yall starin at the computer,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

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

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her