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

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

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

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

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

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

Back up on my fly shit

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

My mum always told me to check the roads before crossing

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

But all i really want is a kiss on the cheek

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

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

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

I diss your mum and argue just to play some devil's advocate