This is a song about "Rat killer"

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

I flow on the stereo iller than a serial killer,

Figures i'm the real figure, the god killer,

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Yo, i'll bet she be back

All you knew was rat pack

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

I have no killer degree, cause

Chevy sitting crooked, teeth on reggie miller

How the fuck you gonna kill a killer

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

You want the same whack which make other rat

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

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

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap