This is a song about "Rap bats"

This the overdosage of lyrical rap

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

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

Trip out fucking deadly being bit by bats and rats,

It ain't like that

I don't know how to rap,

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

When i cock the beam back, i'm aiming for supreme hats

I mean the game been dry

She looks at me and bats an eye

Can’t you hear that

The reason why i rap

This is the pinnacle of rap

And that's jay line i had to quote that

And sense when because i rap,

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap