This is a song about "Dead mouse"

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

My god come before this bread

This game of cat and mouse ends a.s.a.p

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

That rap is mostly dead/

One day a bed

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Code red, which means you go red

Wasnt worth always feeling dead.