This is a song about "Bubble bat"

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

I will bubble and pop and make you stop anyway,

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I'm flying off the handle like the slugger from a broken bat,

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

So you wanna settle it now carryin' that plastic kid's bat?

Or let the mob handle that

I swing at you with a golden bat

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Cause see, every single time, that i grab the bat

Because you knows you will tumble,i'll pop his ass like a bubble,

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

That's nothing nice, living trapped up inside this financial bubble,

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

My life is like a bubble, i am ready to pop,