This is a song about "Zach is a rat"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Rat-a-tat-tat, your done 'n sacked, and there's no coming back,

Came home shit is real niggas still in the trap

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

Partially garbage artists depart on par with rat carcasses

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

Cuz i be hidden in a shadows like a fucking rat

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

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

Bet i'm heavy with that

No need to fight back, we have zach/

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

No badass here, just a slacking rat racing queer.