This is a song about "Electronic arts"

Rapping like im practicing dark arts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Promise me hearts, blood starts, release splattered arts

The game is electronic cat piss

Go! you free to go about your business

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

Praying to god i can slide and slip out the devil’s grip

With artillery to disclose the nobility of this arts history

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

No famous name vouch and i'm still the shit

Not electronic but control it

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

I'm the best electronic device.