This is a song about "Rattle"

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

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Murder ya with a babys rattle toy,

You're sure to catch her witcha one day boy

Fat bastard ill shackle ya/and rattle ur chains

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

Fake niggas get dial tones

Taking shots that rattle my bones,

Jump in the saddle and rattle off another rap again.

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Feelin the voltage rattle like snakes

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

Set the greenery ablaze caused you rappers to rattle

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