This is a song about "Hating rats"

Radio the cops and tell them to stop hating

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

Im not really like worried about fucking up or you know what im saying

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

This song to retaliate this discrimination of fakes who are hating

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Your xbox is my new playstation,with you she stay hating

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

Got indelible colors, only look where they’re buzzing