This is a song about "Electronic snack"

He insane, already gone madblames himself for his setbacks

In fact i snack on my prey, half of the game is still back in shacks,

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

I eat you like a afternoon snack, and i pour in the side glass some jack/

Snack crackers, pack a mac that'll crack ya back, act blacker,

You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fucking matter

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

Swallow the cinnamon, i'mma scribble this sin and shit

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Eatem for a snack smothered with ammo no plastic crap

Another snack to hack, i'll put it on the body stack,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Not electronic but control it

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit