This is a song about "Rats ass"

Now sissy prep up for a symphony of alimonies within a pterodactyl screech

Blood all over grass mouth infested with rats i'm a known killer names encarved in each

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

His crazy ass family and crazy ass wife,

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

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

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

Trapping with the hood rats

For setting up traps