This is a song about "Tristan thompson"

Last words to a rat homie:"why you lie?"

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

You claim your life a maze? well duh, you're a lab rat

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

All i’m hearing is aids, i ain’t deaf in my ear

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.

Rat n im arrested, snitch yull receive a disease fucked n grieve hiv rubber please?

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

No stress battling cos you copy shit, but i'm original, invent it like thomas jefferson/

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Don’t you be holding back

All you knew was rat pack

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

But at the same time i pull out an m1 abrams tank, see?