This is a song about "Gym rat"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

All you knew was rat pack

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Malignant, belligerent, believe me i'm living this

Or let the mob handle that

We just slapped the ugly rat.

Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Rat race no rat flow hard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

You want the same whack which make other rat

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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