This is a song about "Bats"

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

Keep coming up with funky ass stuff like every single day

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

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

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,

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

That's the window into the sky

She looks at me and bats an eye

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

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

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

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

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats