This is a song about "Minne mouse"

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

Talk down to me like im some sort of mouse,

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

Get caught in my mouse trap

It's all good, finna dog that

Quit trying to be somebody's boss and be a leader

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

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

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

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

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse

Yo we get the dank and bounce