This is a song about "Alex thompson"

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Packin lyrical gats n' it's a fact i'm passin to the top

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

Mc hammer too legit

I don't pack gats and clap shit

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

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

Scott, but ya better not forget it

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit