This is a song about "Micky mouse"

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

I like my women soft-spoken but the weed loud

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse

Talk down to me like im some sort of mouse,

From the projects to the penthouse

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

We don't know what to say to the damage we stay silent like a mouse

I'll make sure that you don't win like a mouse in a trap,

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

My garage full of cars that bounce

When they know the truth is u a mouse/