This is a song about "Naked mole rats"

The nerve i never hated

Stand on the balcony naked

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Naked skin swimming, my chin forbidding

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

I'm stark naked and faceless

She can make a pimp fall in love

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

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

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

These rats can fix my handicap