This is a song about "The computer business"

Niggas run around with them chickens just leave with the fishes

And whoever the villain is, is none o f your business,

Then i might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

Rated by a computer which the specifics i leave unexplained

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

I'm the computer, the king of devices.

But most times darling the sequel sucks

I'll shorten the distance, with no assistance nor business

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

The kid is swiftly handling his business

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

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

He was a huge guy, flop on mic, a little part-timer in the business

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

On the mic, it's complete sickness yous say your strictly business