This is a song about "Matty bats"

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

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

Cuz no matter what i have you...beaten blackened flattened with bats 'n shit,

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

She looks at me and bats an eye

Live off my lie and my lullaby

Niggas talkin' greasy, i'm the one that gave them they chance

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

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits