This is a song about "Gats"

Need to be goin to hawaii, seein the world

Two hundred years ago we should've known the gats would burst,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Packin lyrical gats n' it's a fact i'm passin to the top

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I've got blazing gats, i'll spray your cap, you know that,

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then