This is a song about "A rat called luke"

It must be christmas because i'm giving you a gift that's called..

Straight to my partner room and let him beat it like a keyboard

But did you really mean it when you called me a whore

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Rat n im arrested, snitch yull receive a disease fucked n grieve hiv rubber please?

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

Stare a more sawed off strap bear a chore called from mad

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that

Tears that our fore fathers cry

Whilst in a school called junior high

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Rat race no rat flow hard

February cold as my heart