This is a song about "Thomas pc"

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

You write hah that's cute i create bars that my pc can't compute

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

Wrapped in plastic the acid, erased all tracescriminal tactics the rap game

Lack control like a pc game, purposely in grew my toenail for when pe came

I'm the real o. g on the pc, shoot g. a. t. t's need some vitamin oh gee!

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit