This is a song about "Gats and bitches"

When you spill out hits

With gats, extra mags and clips

Shit's a traffic jam, and we bomb pakistan with gats in hand,

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Regular girl, celebrity dreams

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

I'm in love with your business

The gats and machetes landin', in shit like scarface,

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face