This is a song about "Bats"

Or just another one of my black jesus traps

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Lexus with me for the night pick up hoes with my bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Tears that our fore fathers cry

She looks at me and bats an eye

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

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

When timbo is in the party, everybody put up they hands

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

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

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