This is a song about "Punch you in the face like a smashed computer"

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Face robbing bankers, and face computer hackers

But i can only love you when you undressed

Now my nerves are a mess, it's like a punch in the chest/

Stab him, put a arch on it, pour unleaded gas on him

Up in the sadie hawkins turn the punch to a concoction

Resorted to the former, got clowned like a pie in the face

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

Like the ripper body parts collected in a jar like leather face

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

From the words you hurled in my face

Baby, you got that super bass