This is a song about "Hit with u the baseball bat"

I've mastered the rhyme factors after effacing actors-making artist ghost

Imaginary friends at a foster home and leave u with the blues. u prolly don't

Yeah u a player, that don't hit the field

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Ur jaw drops when u get hit with a sawn off on the streets and mangled bitch

Hit you with the vividness spittin with viciousness

And i be talking about me, i do this

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

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

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

Hit that ball deep with nothing but a flick... of the wrist.

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

Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back