This is a song about "The computer business"

You walking down the block, he got shot, you are no eye witness

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

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

Youve witnessed how i gave them the business so vicious

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Say your business prodigious, i take swipe at the digits

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

Who woulda thought a lil nigga from the ville could get a deal

Parkside's got it all covered the talent the business side its all here

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

It's hard to get a paper flow when the government forecloses ya business