This is a song about "Gats"

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

Never been a nigga more intricate with the wisdom

Alright we're back again, pop gats again

We must, be the flyest of southerner men

With gats, extra mags and clips

They bringing me fish and chips

Some die while gripping the gats they have

You could ask her ass, i would dash and laugh