This is a song about "Matt is a rat"

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

Snapple fact: you rather wack

So rest your weary heart

Rat race no rat flow hard

Cus if your love was all i had

All you knew was rat pack

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

We just slapped the ugly rat.

The third one is mixed, white and black

That's the window into the sky

Last words to a rat homie:"why you lie?"

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

In fact you're as killable as drugged up lab rat,

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

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad