This is a song about "Bats"

But put it in slow-mo, i don't want to bust the tape yet, press play

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

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

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,

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

She looks at me and bats an eye