This is a song about "Gats"

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

Know there's a barbed wire that's always in your past

Some die while gripping the gats they have

I can barely wipe my ass

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Then weak up n cry till ur gats out

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Taking the shots with, the gats from a racist obnoxious youth,

Man it's stupid how we're fascinated with the gats in hand,

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past