This is a song about "Mouse"

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

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

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

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

When they know the truth is u a mouse/

Lay is fucking ass down on a mouse trap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

I got a green bag with them blue strands

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

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

And i can admire your body but your mind is much deeper

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

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see