This is a song about "Rattle"

I rose up from the slums, made it out the flames

Feelin the voltage rattle like snakes

Jump in the saddle and rattle off another rap again.

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, god bless your every angle

Niggas battle me but they end up releasin there throttle and chokin on a rattle,

Got you rattle,like a snakes rattle/

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

I'm looking for a battle you're tempo's a rattle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Took your rattle, bib, book and paddle so you have to improvise

And all these rappers know just where i'm bout to go so catch me then

When i was a baby i didn't have a rattle, i had a pen