This is a song about "Mice"

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

Word of advise, don't feed your customers chicken fried mice,

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Like in mice in men find a cave,

Got me thinkin' 'bout better days

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

I'll never call you bitch again

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

But off white like rice, you moonwalk like mice..its nice

I am legend, a snicker dick in a vanilly chick

The mice have learnt to write there must be a poltergeist on the mic

Hit the club and i let it fly, claim you balling nigga telling lies

He's like #tom #'n' #jerry, he gets beaten by mice, so he friggin' tries