This is a song about "Gat"

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

Inducing my movements / as i'm improving my fusing on tracks

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

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

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

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

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

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