This is a song about "Mouse lemur"

Talk down to me like im some sort of mouse,

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

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

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

When they know the truth is u a mouse/

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

This game of cat and mouse ends a.s.a.p

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

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

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