This is a song about "Tyson lookin like a rat"

But i'm backed up into a corner like a rat/

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

In a red bugatti, lookin' like i claim blood

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

Shit, we don't believe none of them

I'm swinging haymakers like mike tyson

Lookin in them papers im like

Two times, cause a youngin ain't died

218 be my area lookin like you got malaria feel a bit sorry for ya,

Packing hundreds in my drawers; fuck the lawbitches i fuck with a passion, i'm livin' rough and raw

Lexie lookin at the blueprint like "yes!! another a!"

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

Now i'm trapped in a life that you managed to destroy,

Like you watching a church gathering take place, lookin' boy

Question of a fact is, are you a rat?

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back