This is a song about "Rats ass"

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Trapping with the hood rats

These rats can fix my handicap

I just wanna be higher than that

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

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

I pray the lord my guns to keep

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

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

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

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

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats