This is a song about "Rhetorical devices"

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Medieval buggy like the cops' devices, passin',

That was rhetorical i am historical as will be my memorial

To my young nationparticipation, more hesitation could turn lethal

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Its a rhetorical question,

Girls fast how jamaicans run

Own devices clinging to jaws like you witnessed in saw

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

That is not rhetorical

I'm fried from this ripple

I can construct torture devices not known to the middle ages

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love