This is a song about "Freeda gats"

I hope you studied because he's testing your faith again

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Alright we're back again, pop gats again

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

There’s niggas dying everyday but we don’t make the news

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

I've got blazing gats, i'll spray your cap, you know that,

Saying they this and that

I don't pack gats and clap shit