This is a song about "Rat chef"

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

She michael jackson bad

We just slapped the ugly rat.

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

In fact you're as killable as drugged up lab rat,

Rat race no rat flow hard

Know give me a head start

Eatin nubo dishes, with my soul food princess

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

I fly a tailor and a private chef from sicily

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money