This is a song about "The computer business"

Im all up in they mouths like im the fucking business

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

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

I shall not fear no man but godthough i walk through the valley of death

Like sex, we the best in this business too

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

You just working with the scraps you was given

Yeah i'm back in the business, crashing the system

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

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

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

Call me the bigness i'm in the business of lyrical wizardry

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I'm the computer, the king of devices.