This is a song about "Gat sprayin"

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

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

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

And there's no way i can pay you back

Correct techniques like i'm sprayin' tecs, stayin' vexed,

Deep down, i'm an emo fuckin' faggot that's depressed

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Because you say your sprayin gats and that you tote some too

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

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

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