This is a song about "Rat race"

Twista finna get up on the track

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

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

We just slapped the ugly rat.

Cus if your love was all i had

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

It feels like a big race,

See money talk and these days

Slow and steady wins the race,

You're that secret place

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

I don't know why i'm even on this track

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

All you knew was rat pack