This is a song about "Naked mole rat"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

I'm stark naked and faceless

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Cause with your hand in my hand and a pocket full of soul

While gestapos stop, drop and roll, it's optimal to hide the mole

Living out of a homeless shit

Days turned for the worst as i run home naked

Snapple fact: you rather wack

We just slapped the ugly rat.

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?