This is a song about "Batch"

Whipping up a batch of whoop ass from a giant can

Got patron sippin' in my cup, hey, where's your man

Lyrical manslaughter off you and your mans

New batch to patch, back to making maps

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

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

I wear green hats because i'm fortunately lucky

Quicken my raps, while i sicken the batch viciously.

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

Lv on my feet with a belt to match

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

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