This is a song about "Bats that rap"

That you call the rap game

Things'll never be the same

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Cause that rap ain't gotta be for fun

And last but not least please don't tell no one

Iphone and ipad, air max, and my gat

I'mma kill you for tellin me that i can't rap

I respect that you don't know yet

That rap is mostly dead/

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Genuine leather ill be the glue that bring reality and rap

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch