This is a song about "Bat nike"

Im sick (puke) like my nike kicks

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

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

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

You're bat skills won't matter when i'm on missionary

Its true im zack and im going to attack with the bat.

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

But go ahead and take that nike sign and just do it!

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

I'm flying off the handle like the slugger from a broken bat,

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

I be spitting rap acrobats with a bat

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat