This is a song about "Love bats big"

O let's do it get-get your bitches schooled quick

These wussies pretending to stand big

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

From the big big city nyc not a west coast potpouuri suburb

Lost a couple friends, cool; nigga made a lot of fans

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

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Show me love show me fuckin love

(who? me?) yeah, bitch you so big

Baby am i slick

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

Big homie hov said i am close

Love rapping love sneakers above those