This is a song about "Street rats"

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

Including fox hill and 27th street

You weak rats relax these tracks i release on the streets

Because i'm seventeen, compose my own beats

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Rap is easier than having rats to please with mac & cheese

Y'all rats don't worry me a bit

Now you got me hopped up on that

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Trapping with the hood rats

You can see with your fans

May just gon' bring hobo back

These rats can fix my handicap