This is a song about "Bats"

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day

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

Drinks in the airrrrrrr let-let-let-let it fly

She looks at me and bats an eye

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

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

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

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

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats