This is a song about "Pc masterrace"

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

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

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

On they twitter writing novels, see

You're on this site with your purchased pc

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

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

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