This is a song about "Rat chef"

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Rat race no rat flow hard

They don't hear the bark

Was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

With my semen and oppressed by my give a fuck less

Chopping threw lyrics like im a masked chef

Clicquot for the girls in the tight dress

Lil rat go eat some poisoned cheese please/

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

You got reason to brag

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back