This is a song about "Batch"

Quicken my raps, while i sicken the batch viciously.

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

Just to feed his inner cat, his inner batch of unheard raps, getting fatter

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

I tried to warn, a test, a swarm or batch

Get smacked with a batch of the hot flow from his stove

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

New batch to patch, back to making maps

But i’m praying in advance

But you done got thick on a nigga, god damn

Whipping up a batch of whoop ass from a giant can