This is a song about "Rouge the bat"

Whoever is about to responde to my battle just know that im and incredible rap bat,

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

So take my bat and these base balls

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

I deserve a medal, i lap 'em every track

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Cus if your love was all i had

Bases loaded, up to bat

We rob bases if u snitch ill swing my bat at u

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Polo purple like the dope i'm hittin, knock yo bat out call it batter out

God forgive and we don't, keep my circle small you can't get in my crowd