This is a song about "Micky mouse"

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

They chase you a like mouse in the city of the bronx.

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

Why every five minutes niggas walking out

In a house, with my niggas, and no mouse around

In this life, nothing is forever, my lady

This game of cat and mouse ends a.s.a.p

When they know the truth is u a mouse/

I'm on a thousand islands like mcdonald's cows

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Talk down to me like im some sort of mouse,

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Call it the trap house, i got the mouse, call it the little heater,

A lion to you a mouse to me i'll come at you intrepid

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit