This is a song about "Weed and rats"

Started out with just alc and weed

African queen got what you need

Help out a friend who's living with the rats and eating scraps

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

And wonder why i spit ruthless raps to the hopeless rats

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Need some weed and acid for your satisfaction

We going weed, women and some alcohol

When i step up out the maserati car

But i’m praying in advance

Trapping with the hood rats

Eatin' rations infested with rats poppin' aspirin and captains

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks