This is a song about "Mole rat"

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

Make a mess outta tracks, got my hat back

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

You want the same whack which make other rat

Rideright back to the movies

Lil rat go eat some poisoned cheese please/

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

I'm not a caf rat i'm a fucking white rapper that's half black

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Rat race no rat flow hard

February cold as my heart