This is a song about "Bats"

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

Cause he tried to educate and liberate all blacks

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

She looks at me and bats an eye

Three j's took me this high

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

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

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks