This is a song about "Pet rats"

The king of comedy heard everythin' that you said

Swung left, no breath, chef ahead, must be fed, kept pet.

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I re-decide to meet her, now weeping on this car-pet

Beautiful are thou, africa

I let that 9 fucking pet ya

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

She was confused because i am usually a teachers pet

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

Celebrate the very day that i get past

It's my pet i keep it groomed

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

People are trapped like rats in cages, it snaps and snarls 'em,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

These rats can fix my handicap

The pioneer of the coke rap