This is a song about "Rat"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

Last words to a rat homie:"why you lie?"

Now everybody put your hands up high

You want the same whack which make other rat

I ride with them boys in the middle of the map

David hit the pavement with this grapple rap

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

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

Why people want you single every time that you got a spouse

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

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

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood