This is a song about "Blowing rats heads off"

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

I'm coming for you chickens heads

This ain't 1992 bullets tumblin' out no nines

I'm so unkind, blowing minds

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

Starting blowing breezy

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

My nigga i'm blowing o's, she blowing coke, candy for the nose

It's odd that they say that the crack kill blacks

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

From an african american stance