This is a song about "Rats"

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Now sissy prep up for a symphony of alimonies within a pterodactyl screech

Blood all over grass mouth infested with rats i'm a known killer names encarved in each

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

If skill was a scary basement i'd have rats nibbling

My sister and them, all my niggas listening

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

These rats can fix my handicap

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats