This is a song about "Rouge the bat"

Cause see, every single time, that i grab the bat

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

And i'll fly off like a bat that's attached to the back handle,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

But assholes like me don't take babble shit, i bat bulls

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

"a mad hatter is up to bat.

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Its true im zack and im going to attack with the bat.

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

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

The bigger the the fun

Takin' breaks will leave you broken