This is a song about "Rattle"

This is battle rap / i'll rattle cats

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Patron black, uh, patron jones

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

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

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

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

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

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

Got you rattle,like a snakes rattle/

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Jump in the saddle and rattle off another rap again.

And i believe in them, a couple lames out there had beef with them