This is a song about "Rehtorical devices"

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

That scary love, never get married love