This is a song about "Batch production"

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

This only the introduction, the first production

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Whipping up a batch of whoop ass from a giant can

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

Quicken my raps, while i sicken the batch viciously.

Knock you straight out of production

First off congratulations on the win

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

I got laney on production