This is a song about "Rats ass"

Big tits and a big ass

I can get straight to the cash

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

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

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

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

Giving niggas the piece of mind to put it to beats

Touring through the warmest cities with the coldest raps

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

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

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

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats