This is a song about "The bat wit the gat"

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Out here you gat me inspired pass me the mic like you tired

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

Wit my team, we step up on the scene

Overseas, i can put you on my dream team

I put the nigga in his casket

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

Im pretty sure you always break the bat

And i give it to y'all, cause y'all respect that

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

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

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

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Screamin, "fuck - all y'all niggaz" in swahilipistol packin fresh out of jail, i ain't goin back

The leader of n.w.a, nobody fucked wit' him, because he had his 9mm loader wit' his pack//