This is a song about "Micky mouse"

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

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Talk down to me like im some sort of mouse,

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Come and diss me, i like to eat at micky d's

When they know the truth is u a mouse/

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

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

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

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

And you all will respect that

Get caught in my mouse trap