This is a song about "Rats ass"

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

We getting money, you can face the facts

So i give my love to my lady and pray for all these babies

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

...that's all i have

Big tits and a big ass

Hoes blow for me, i maestro, shit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

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

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

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

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Too much percussion and bass when i take beats

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets