This is a song about "Matty bats"

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

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

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

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

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey

Dump that bitch in the sly

She looks at me and bats an eye

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

I done put them percs down, think i'm 'bout to relapse

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

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

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