This is a song about "Pc gamer"

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

You're on this site with your purchased pc

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit