This is a song about "The last rat"

You restrict it, the past, it's over and it'll be the last

I say it’s your world, cole world to be exact

You want the same whack which make other rat

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

We just slapped the ugly rat.

Goddamn, the boy's back

Rat race no rat flow hard

February cold as my heart

Celebrate the very day that she get past

It wont be the first time or the last.

And the last one got burned.

Nigga, fuck the world

And even buy you a bottle

He be the last true apostle

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Preparing for the future ya we're built to last.