This is a song about "Rats ass"

A couple of hookers, nice ass

I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class

Trapping with the hood rats

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

I can get straight to the cash

Big tits and a big ass

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

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

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

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

These rats can fix my handicap

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

I can see it with my cats eye but you to busy teaching kids that rats die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry