This is a song about "Bats rap fast"

And panned out, i'm all in love

U can rap fast with practice

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

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

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

I think next time i rap i'll do it fast and thick

And she got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

She looks at me and bats an eye

Real nigga shit, don't tell no lie

Bars coming nice and fast

I'll get to em when i land

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

Livin the fast life, in fast cars

Know just what you worth

Aspergers, fast learners