This is a song about "Mice"

Don't be ashamed he makes mice of men

I don't care what it did to them

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

Feeling like it’s ramadan and i just need a bite quick

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Like in mice in men find a cave,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Scurry, scurry, like some tiny mice

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

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

Of mice and men and friendly fans of songs

So i went down south but i ended up north

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live