This is a song about "Bats"

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

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

She looks at me and bats an eye

I wonder why, i sit and cry

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

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

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Dope sneakers and dope speakers for fly cats

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

The arguments are gettin' loud, i wanna stay

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Pg bitches love me like i'm tcb band polo bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which