This is a song about "Tyrone is a rat"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

Fuck that all i see is a hood rat id never ever touch smack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

We just slapped the ugly rat.

So rest your weary heart

Rat race no rat flow hard

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

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

Fuck that now trying get the money

Is a necessity,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Mouse slowly carouse to rat, as swings the bat, robbing house after house

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Supporting a real rat pack still live in the hood