This is a song about "Mouse"

Its like a game of cat an mouse,

Heystop running your mouth

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

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

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,

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

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

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

When they know the truth is u a mouse/

Hundred k in twenty-two hours