This is a song about "Bubble bat"

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

You're sick like the boy in the bubble

Of finding myself as an individual

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Out of the atmosphere, world in a bubble

No conspiracy, my fate is inevitable

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

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

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

Its true im zack and im going to attack with the bat.

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

"a mad hatter is up to bat.

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap