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

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

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

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

I'm from the number one place on the map

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

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

As i wrapped a fat zoot commenting on my handiwork

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

There's crack, there's crack

Could never get a girl to love him, too much fat on his belly

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly