This is a song about "Batty an"

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

I wanna release an album and have an elite celebration,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

An immoral immortal

I lose my mind for divine oral

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

You've got an appetite of an anorexic,

Then you should shut up an sit an listen

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Felling an enemy

Fuck fame, fuck money

You wonder how it feels to walk a mile inside tha shoes

I write rhymes an you know that i don’t need an excuse,

Just an alert of an amber

Of impactful things one can ask for