This is a song about "Gats and bitches"

Cause now you got me hopped up on that

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

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

Now he loads gats and runs with the sick crews with rifles,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

I mean the shit is, fred hampton on your campus

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

My gats are cocked for more, lock the door and i'll just knock it off

Mama made her pretty

Of bad bitches and good tree