This is a song about "Batty an"

Me and my peeps often meet

An immortal technique

Call an investigation!

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

Rack, rack city shit

An insane lunatic

I'll bust then i'll run an,

Hoppin' out a van

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

I'll be like an adult fulfilling an addict' s dying need

An immoral immortal

Ok just listen up a little

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue

We don't want an explanation, make an annotation to help you

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap