This is a song about "Batch production"

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

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

Quicken my raps, while i sicken the batch viciously.

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

Your production quality is way bad, sloppy

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Knock you straight out of production

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

Raps put together perfectly put it in production better yet start the -construction

This only the introduction, the first production

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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