This is a song about "Matty bats"

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Never meant to make your daughter to cry

She looks at me and bats an eye

I'll beat your ass into a fetal stance

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

But habits have changed and i've been trying to change mine all the way

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

You ain’t been around shit but your momma and your bitch

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

My boy matty p's ferocity speaks prophecy

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket