This is a song about "Dead mouse"

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Your raps are so brain dead

My voice make her wet

Secret society all we ask is trust

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

Talk down to me like im some sort of mouse,

Get caught in my mouse trap

One night love: i'mma need that