This is a song about "Gat"

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

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

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

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

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

Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

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

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

Ok i’m wale but you can call me nada

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

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

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

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

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