This is a song about "Rats and lice"

We will never die, we are forever alive

Scratch my head over the wounds and infect you with my lice

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

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

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

She don't really care about anyone advice

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

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

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