This is a song about "Pet rats"

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

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

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

It's my pet i keep it groomed

Man, that saying is so misused

Spread her, pet her with her thighs sprawled

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

'no mas' but squads will come and shoot your pet

I've got a pet demon and i call him satan

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