This is a song about "Rap bats"

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

I am the personification of rap

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

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

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

And sense when because i rap,

Sneak up on attack

Cause we done did that

Just a kid tranna rap

Dont need consent to rap

It's all good, finna dog that

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

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot