This is a song about "Dead rats"

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

I don’t see them t-dum-izzle as a threat

Back from the motherfucking dead

Now sissy prep up for a symphony of alimonies within a pterodactyl screech

Blood all over grass mouth infested with rats i'm a known killer names encarved in each

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

All dem niggas gonna hate

All you niggas dead , dead fake