This is a song about "Rats"

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

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

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

You know the common statistic inspired by hoop dreams

Mud, worms, rats, hmm thats why your dinner's cheap!!

Then bossip for gossip, ybf in concrete

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup