This is a song about "Mikey mouse"

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

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

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

My parents went away on a week's vacation and

Its like a game of cat an mouse,

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

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

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

I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse

Start beef bigger then your spouse

I'm just trynna be like mikey.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

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

Talk down to me like im some sort of mouse,

Secrets r hidden within the clouds

When they know the truth is u a mouse/