This is a song about "Thomas pc"

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

Of the very same baby that the virgin mary raised

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

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

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

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

Never hate on no one, your blessing’s getting closer

Like #thomas #the #engine, 'n' if you play back, you'll get run over

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

You're on this site with your purchased pc

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/

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

Your pc must have a virus after that shit you spit