This is a song about "Matty bats"

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

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

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

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

Looked to the heavens and asked him to make a better way

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

She looks at me and bats an eye

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

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

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

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

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

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

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats