This is a song about "Bats"

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

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Mic defibrillator give you haters heart attacks in advance

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

Cuz i acknowledge i am far more knowledge

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high

She looks at me and bats an eye

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

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

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

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,