This is a song about "Networking hardware"

I kiss you on the forehead, baby just listen

If you're dealin' with hardware i feel bad for you, son

So now my hardware problems will sum up to none

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

You know i love my team, but they couldn't see my vision

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Long as your mama love you, don’t ever love a woman

Thats even better i'm not that into submissive woman

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

Now, i don't see how this hardware can be so addictive,

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

Because hardware problems really get my temper snappin'

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion