This is a song about "Rats"

Eatin' rations infested with rats poppin' aspirin and captains

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

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

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Your mouth, i don't need, your legs, you can keep

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

If i call your hotline and pay 29.99 shit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit