This is a song about "Pet rats"

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Mud, worms, rats, hmm thats why your dinner's cheap!!

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

I let that 9 fucking pet ya

Our nation have to bow, africa

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

It's my pet i keep it groomed

But in reality your just being used.

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance