This is a song about "Junk rat"

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

And what’s worse is before this, i had worshiped you

My junk hang low like there aint no curfew

Soon as we start

Rat race no rat flow hard

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

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

I don't know why i'm even on this track