This is a song about "Rabid squirrels"

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Bringing the flow like rapids i'm a rabid writer with a habit

Watch with 30 rocks in it no peacock, a little nbc talk

Cause im vicious like a killer rabid vampire dog

They might as well be squirrels, how the going after nuts

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

We popping bottles, it don't stop

Shot 'em up like i'm a rabid cop./

Always smashin' with rabid tactics, so avid for havoc

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Do ya hear me? i got ravenous rabid guard dogs

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

A rabid beast who's ravaging the beat and finds it ravishing

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring