This is a song about "Bring tha gat"

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

You never held no gat, yeezy's about to sleep you

I just want to kick it, kick it for the rest

Tha hip-hop heights my types are flowin' but tha best

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

You and my gat are attached talk whack he'll attack ya

Blista in tha upper body, bring em' up so quick i

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you