This is a song about "Rhetorical devices"

Its a rhetorical question,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Had my niggas down so i’m screaming fuck the law

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

I'm fried from this ripple

That is not rhetorical

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

That was rhetorical i am historical as will be my memorial

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin