This is a song about "Rhetorical devices"

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

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

With a honey in the middle

That is not rhetorical

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

That was rhetorical i am historical as will be my memorial

Middle finger up, to the mother fucking law

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

Its a rhetorical question,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun