This is a song about "Mikey mouse"

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

Once as a slave who imagined being free

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

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

Hundred k in twenty-two hours

When they know the truth is u a mouse/

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

You know how jay-z said he wasn't going for the charts

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

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

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

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

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