This is a song about "Mouse"

Talk down to me like im some sort of mouse,

Freakin' out all i see is clouds

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

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms

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

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

I'm a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks

Why's the mouse sticky can you pickup your pants

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

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

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

When they know the truth is u a mouse/

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house