This is a song about "Bats"

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

She said i'm her hideaway i get her off like a holiday

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

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

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

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

She looks at me and bats an eye

I wonder why, i sit and cry

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

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