This is a song about "Online spitting bats"

Harder to quit, the cigarettes and green bags

Dependence to dissect tracks, smack harder than bats

Or not u're exclusde from the party online

Y'all can keep all the trophies get at kim and i'm fine

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

Spitting venomous acidity

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

I don't shop in the public, ain't finna wait in line

My moral of this rhyme, is to watch your back online,

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

All your memories are in vids online and pic online

I guess you're gonna come online and oppose, i suppose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Shit's scary like your name is r.l. stein, taking for granted your standings online