This is a song about "Nick shitty computer"

Haters gettin shitty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I don't make fake shitty one syllable raps,

My name is nick nack pattie wack give a dog a bone

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

The memories were to shitty to even last,

Moron spitting bars behind his computer screen

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that