This is a song about "Rat killer"

We just slapped the ugly rat.

When love comes callin', don’t look back

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

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

I slay em like a #serial #killer

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Of becoming a drug dealer, warm-blooded killer,

Growin up all i wanted was a father figure

She ain't know i was a killer

My records sell, yes sir