This is a song about "Dead rats"

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

That's boa, see that's my set

Boom! now that she is dead

These rats can fix my handicap

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

Code red, which means you go red

Smack another person dead