This is a song about "Rats"

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

Yeah, rack, rack city shit

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

People are trapped like rats in cages, it snaps and snarls 'em,

These rats can fix my handicap

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

So either you dont believe in a nigga dreams

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets