This is a song about "Blowing rats heads off"

Cutting niggas off like a shed full of severed heads

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Blurting text with versing jests perplexing suburban heads

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

While i be blowing buzz, you be blowing your bloody nose, bitch

Starting blowing breezy

I’m tryna be low key

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

She do it with no hands

Trapping with the hood rats

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit