This is a song about "Battyman raps"

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

My raps will rape your raps in both of their asses!

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats

I can only construct raps

One time for the 305, though

I spit raps like tobacco

This raps probably wack

Can't win with a passive attack

Who stays up at night just writing raps

Double-m g up, we up, y'all just relax

For some who raps so petite

The revolution will proceed

I never fit in with them light skins

Got better raps written on napkins

Living out of bags

And even worse my raps