This is a song about "Bunny rabbit"

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I sip malice, from a gold chalice, sittin' smokin' in the rabbit hole with alice.

But not nearly quite as boiling a bunny, ill take it back

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

But fuck the rabbit & that bitch alice,

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Chopper bouncing like a bunny jumping with a sugar rush

Hands in the hole catch me biting like im rabbit,

Would you capture it, or just let it slip

While you were playing playstation, my pencil was erasing lines

Mashed n' clashed with thyme then passed into a vat of rabbit spines

A white rapper,rabbit, but we win it like its a turtles race/

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space