This is a song about "Rats and your mum fucking me"

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Orts ill deep throat your mum with a polo and make it taste menthol

Ma mum want me to be strong and ma talents to show

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

Well that's just fucking absurd tell me that and i'll put a curse on your ass,

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class

Fucking with me ill kill you and your loud as beast

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Me and your mum had rough sex

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance