This is a song about "Technology disaster nature"

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Creator of natural disasters i'm the greatest disaster,

Electronically, technology the best

I can only love you when you’re undressed

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Baby girl, tell me how my nature feels

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Im just a man writin rhymes harder than technology

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

Creating new technology, containing pornography,

Everybody watching while you touching real money

We used to be societies that would innovate technology,

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Famine, war, sickness and disaster

Musician by heart , instrumentalist by nature

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her