This is a song about "Pc masterrace"

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

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

And all women who had light features, see

You're on this site with your purchased pc

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby