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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day camelittle latasha sho' grown

I am in the firecracker mode dont fuck wit me alone you fuckin wit me alone

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Can't nobody fade meand i been goin' insane latelyand everybody tryin ta hold me back

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

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

Then i'm bustin' like an uzi when i'm thru with that shit

And yo, the answer ya have to come up wit

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

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

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

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Phoma you'd be great just keep the (pop) gat