This is a song about "Rats"

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Eatin' rations infested with rats poppin' aspirin and captains

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

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Rap attack your pack a rats coming in like swat teams,

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

These rats can fix my handicap

Saying they this and that

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks