This is a song about "Gat sprayin"

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

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

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

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

There's a mighty fine clipped in gat

I don't know why i'm even on this track

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

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

Out here you gat me inspired pass me the mic like you tired

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/