This is a song about "Gat"

But all g's do is attach the gat

See i let my nigga split that

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

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

I'll pick up your bill then shoot you dead and the tangueros will tip their hats

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

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

The rest? twat in ya bag, dag, hop in a cab

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

Phoma you'd be great just keep the (pop) gat