This is a song about "Gats and bitches"

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

But never that, i'm hungry for success and i never fast

It's that crack, give you something to sell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Party, poppin pills, and poopin on slutty bitches.

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

But it made me the man i am today, thanks

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

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

Get blown like lawn leaves

Tracks hyping bitches and freaks