This is a song about "Shit computer"

I got computer technology inside of my dome

I'm taking women to heaven and then i take em home

And my computer i'm a square shooter so most of these

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

Of my dick, head, melon off and let it rip

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Supersonic future with computer shit spits quick, bionic

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Hey teens is me your leader miley i know yall starin at the computer,

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Then they saw my computer screen, their eyes fixed on my ping.