This is a song about "Rat in pied piper of hamelin"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Pick one, peter piper. and pick a peck of pickled peppers.

We just slapped the ugly rat.

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Rat race no rat flow hard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

And now i'm rolling with some cooler niggas i can fuck with

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

And this the endso good luck with your career

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Drive you spineless slithering snakes out, call me the pied piper,