This is a song about "Mouse"

My garage full of cars that bounce

I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse

Get caught in my mouse trap

I'm stuck with that

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

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

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

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

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

A lion to you a mouse to me i'll come at you intrepid

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit