This is a song about "Hood rats"

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

If theres a time that in the hood

From hollywood to the hood

My nigga, no hook

Get wit' memotherfucker don't sleep

Mud, worms, rats, hmm thats why your dinner's cheap!!

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats