This is a song about "Edgar the rabbit"

Millz harlem, chuck wild, twist dallas

But fuck the rabbit & that bitch alice,

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did

See........i only popped him once and had him hoppin like a rabbit,

I turn yo good girl to a bad bitch, wildin like a rabbit in betwen the sheets

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

Like a rabbit yes i'm hip hoppin on the rise to the top

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

I sip malice, from a gold chalice, sittin' smokin' in the rabbit hole with alice.

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

The more battles the better the flows

Like the limbs on ya feet, i suppose