This is a song about "Stop talking about computers"

Now i'm diluted beyond the realm of computers,

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Talking about your materialistic interests

So sit in your place and stop talking smack

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

But when i stop my talking,

Bun b, i’m underground king

Talking about i'm the best rapper fuckers, you bitches take

Harlem shake? nah, i'm in harlem shaking awake

We all will be talking about me by next week you'll see/

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

You must be 99 because you know shit about computers

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

We gunna take this party into into the morning

I grew up poor, but artists brag about it and keep talking,