This is a song about "Pc"

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

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

Actions speak louder than words, let me try this shit

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

Once as a slave who imagined being free

You're on this site with your purchased pc

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

And all women who had light features, see

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

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

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

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