This is a song about "Pc masterrace"

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

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

You're on this site with your purchased pc

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

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

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

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

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

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