This is a song about "Bats"

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

In my own class, bitch i got them cold raps

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme bats

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Now we making up like a bullshit lie

She looks at me and bats an eye

Girl the way you're movin', got me in a trance

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Corpses try to grab at her, but she bats them all away,

So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play

Cuz no matter what i have you...beaten blackened flattened with bats 'n shit,

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,