This is a song about "Street rats"

Sometimes i think, what i need

G.o.n.z. running down the street

Naked woman rub my back

These rats can fix my handicap

I pray the lord my guns to keep

Scream like nightmares from a street

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Next the homeless he see's as filthy rats, he's got a rack set up,

Leave you severed across the street

She leave the bathroom with a nose bleed

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Keep it a good stack i eat cheese from hood rats

Including fox hill and 27th street

Translation cause my life is too sweet