This is a song about "Gat"

But all g's do is attach the gat

Luxury life, results living bad

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

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

I bring the tension in bricks, your raised it up a couple grams,

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

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

And they'll smack a policeman with a gat in each hand,

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

And you ain't gettin' it, 'til you start payin' jewels

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

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

There's a mighty fine clipped in gat

We never tattle, let god handle that