This is a song about "Pc"

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said 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

Pockets morbidly obese, i'll be tourin for loot

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

God mc oh my god you gotta see

You're on this site with your purchased pc

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Seating in front of ma pc trying to write a rap

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

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

You got nothing but your goddamn pc

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free