This is a song about "Batch production"

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Quicken my raps, while i sicken the batch viciously.

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

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

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

And gary coleman just passed: life is short

Trife emcee this is a parkside production record

Bitch i'm in the fucking mall, with my niggas eating ham

Whipping up a batch of whoop ass from a giant can

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

New batch to patch, back to making maps

Knock you straight out of production

Catch you up on places i've been