This is a song about "Gats and bitches"

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

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

But i’m not out looking for me no misses

I'll take there homies,family and bitches

Yes, im gluttonous. d.c. up in this

And if you looka all the bitches...

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

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Because you say your sprayin gats and that you tote some too

Together all the timethought it was true love

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

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

My parents went away on a week's vacation and