This is a song about "Gat"

But all g's do is attach the gat

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

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Luxury life, results living bad

There's a mighty fine clipped in gat

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

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

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

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

You never held no gat, yeezy's about to sleep you

We use cakes to get by, by the dudes in blue

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

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

But now my shakin' hand's in his face with a gat