This is a song about "Electronic arts"

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

I'm the best electronic device.

Rapping like im practicing dark arts

Lord, you're so pretty, lying in my arms

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

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Not electronic but control it

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

This hip hop's mixed in with pop to be correct it's electronic

The game is electronic cat piss

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts