This is a song about "Sitting at my computer playing counter strike"

You heard i was in jail, well i just came from the mall

Sitting on my baby ass starting to bawl

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

Verse two:yeah niggai got tha word as hellya blew trial and tha judge gave you

I've been sitting here tapping on my keys, staring at the clock.

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Reading your so called rap almost made me break my computer.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

My mind is moving quick like a computer chip

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

That you allow me to work it 'til you know what your actual worth means

I wanna die and watch my dark soul fade, leaving the kitchen blade, on the counter,

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

My lyrics generate like a computer with an error/

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure