This is a song about "Bats"

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

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

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

And my thun thun is blueand if i pop that bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

She looks at me and bats an eye