This is a song about "Snap crackle pop"

That's how i got the weed spot

"it's not hip hop, it's pop."

If it wasn't for a few select comrades i'd snap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

All i need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat

Now you better fuckin leave before my posse snap

Now loose the caps and make your mind distorted in a snap

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Haha snap, you like that one?

I'm a son of gun

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm burnin up on the beat while y'all niggas crackle and sizzle

When snap and crackle belive that bitch gon pop

Dressin' down like a villian', but only on the block

Some sort of sensual magic can crackle through the air

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair