This is a song about "Love bats big"

But it seems like a scene outta flick

And my name too big, and my gang too big

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme bats

To impress a chick

Yeah my ego aint that big,

These wussies pretending to stand big

Thomas, clay aiken no gay shit, ass naked

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Corpses try to grab at her, but she bats them all away,

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

Go and ask fenty, hating ass nigga, sweeter than a simply

I love my city, fine girls, big tittys, suck a dick for fifty,