This is a song about "Matty bats"

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Yeah ballgame, i swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans

Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

She looks at me and bats an eye

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

All my niggas rolling, and we bout that gun play

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

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

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