This is a song about "Fat cat sat on a rat"

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

Feeling partly godly sat on a bed calmly

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

And there's no way i can pay you back

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

And that's action your wack rap pad'll have a fat chance catchin' on that ballot

Its like a game of cat an mouse,

Start beef bigger then your spouse

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Carrying in a little pouch his friend walked over and sat down next to him on the

I be frontinand i'mma drink my hennessey like it ain't nothin

With a rich bitch giving me head, sat on the blower to mallower back in

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Older people looking at me how i bought all of this