This is a song about "Din rat"

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

All you knew was rat pack

Baby all i do is rap

Fuck`em kush se din

They say your name for attention

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Fuck that all i see is a hood rat id never ever touch smack