This is a song about "Gat"

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

My hairs done right. outfits tight. a nickel plated gat with christian dior

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin

For all my homies in the pen, many peers deadniggas still ballin

I can rap and make you feel a capsule going down your tracks

Blasted out a gat with a flow so fast it'll ransack the god damn tampax

Ratattat and his gat, aren't something you can tame

Get the heat ready then i give them that flame

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

And i can't even trip, cause i'm just laughin at cha

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

We'll look at ratattat, flowing fly with his gat