This is a song about "Batch production"

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

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Couldn’t adapt to naps, i wear caps

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man

Whipping up a batch of whoop ass from a giant can

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

You niggas comedy, i'm laughing at you probably

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

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

Quicken my raps, while i sicken the batch viciously.

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Knock you straight out of production

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win