This is a song about "Eating rats"

If skill was a scary basement i'd have rats nibbling

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

I just got one request, stop breathing

No rations or resources for eating//

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

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

And the v12, that's on various trips

After eating burgers and chips

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Invading me are eating me

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

People are trapped like rats in cages, it snaps and snarls 'em,

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar

Kids in africa eating sticks, while ceos eating caviar