This is a song about "Chrissy thompson"

Sometimes i think, what i need

Scream like nightmares from a street

Can't win with a passive attack

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

You could say im like louis & clark

Fed ain't dumb but they sittin' in the cold dark

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

If you saw me on the street

Have no souls indeed

Faces, sex on the white sand beaches of saint thomas, though this ain't

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Lil rat go eat some poisoned cheese please/

And all my childhood memories