This is a song about "Pc"

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

I reel them in, goadomes on see

I'm the real o. g on the pc, shoot g. a. t. t's need some vitamin oh gee!

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You're on this site with your purchased pc

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Lack control like a pc game, purposely in grew my toenail for when pe came

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

And i have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot

You write hah that's cute i create bars that my pc can't compute