This is a song about "Rehtorical devices"

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

So en garde, my god we got these artists in awe