This is a song about "Pc miler"

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

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

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

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

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

You a lady boss, now you fly free

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

You're on this site with your purchased pc

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free