This is a song about "Matty bats"

So let me tell you about this guy

She looks at me and bats an eye

It’s a party in my pants and you invited with all that dance

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

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

Double m self made we forever rich

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

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

He's a buster anyway, i can take him any day