This is a song about "Rehtorical devices"

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages