This is a song about "Rat chef"

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

Never will i ever utter never to myself

That moschino shit is so back

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

We just slapped the ugly rat.

So i'm one with that

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

Lil rat go eat some poisoned cheese please/

Right flows down and they might go nice

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

I won't say i won't eat it if you chef it