This is a song about "Ninja bats"

Slicing up this track like that's shit's sharp as ninja swords,

And the headrest had to have about eight thorns

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

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

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Scissors, saws, razor sharp ninja sword, slice to dice and dash,

For all the ninja that done to me

But five years from now i bet she see

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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

She looks at me and bats an eye

We ain't doing armani, this is hermes fly