This is a song about "Ninja bats"

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Bats and hatchets at the ratchet rappers, automatics,

I'll hit you with the five deadly sins and then a ninja sword,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Double m self made we forever rich

They castrate you bastards, take bats to that which

Syringe, an orange, an extension cord, and a ninja sword

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

I'm trunks with a ninja sword, cutting through frieza's body

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

For all the ninja that done to me

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

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps