This is a song about "Modest mouse"

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Get caught in my mouse trap

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

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

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

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

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

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

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

And now his house is modest too, he went and forgot his roots,

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

A thug niggas in tha house

Its like a game of cat an mouse,

But little did they know, i’m trying to change the rules

My primary concerns are to focus on my modest roots,