This is a song about "Spitting bats"

Corpses try to grab at her, but she bats them all away,

I'm in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea

She looks at me and bats an eye

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

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

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

She smiles; a niggas full of passion

Spitting raw, gonna need a napkin/

Metaphorical genis, orally spitting life

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Don't be afraid, it's just a kiss

Spitting verses like im spitting curses

Spitting 'n spitting close to a tsunami

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Listen, these niggas is tripping

Quit acting like ya spitting,