This is a song about "Nick shitty computer"

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I got kids bitch i don't need nick

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

A 30 rack, nick of grass, an acid tab

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

Sex is just a weapon, i can leave you wet from this pistol

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

Me and him was homies, maybe we still cool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Not being with her makes me feel shitty.

But five years from now i bet she see

Together all the timethought it was true love

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick

Stalkin santa cause i could give a fuck for saint nick,