This is a song about "Rats"

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

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

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

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Snap back at trapped rats like i'm an elastic band,

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

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

Eatin' rations infested with rats poppin' aspirin and captains

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Trapping with the hood rats

He just get her bigger bags