This is a song about "Rats in the basement"

Thinking of the girl in my basement named mallory

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

I'm stuck in triangles, looking for my angel

Patient in the basement, waiting for your arrival.

I'm twitching explaining my hate in a basement

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Others are seen crazy like a crackhead in your basement.

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Got a bitch in the basement

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

Its the real poke' rap poke a hundred fuckin rats

Enforce, i'm elegant and

It's late and you stuck in my basement

Switch swag on you little dick fags

Trapping with the hood rats