This is a song about "Bats"

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

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

And guess who my nigga tell 'em is on the way

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

When i'm low, she take me high

She looks at me and bats an eye

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

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

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

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

Trying to give them light and a message

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which