This is a song about "Mouse gangster"

My tires align with the play, but the times out

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Rap a tommy gun and shoot you down like a gangster

Say hi to the ritalin regiment

Like a mouse versus a big fat elephant

Studio fifty four if we get the props right

Now i don't want to sound bad, gangster or fried,

I'm the beuaty queen b with gangster status that's banging

Seldomly blasting i would stomp him without asking

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

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

We don't know what to say to the damage we stay silent like a mouse

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

And i'm like a gangster

Said when i do dirt wit her