This is a song about "Gats and bitches"

I'm on i-80 though with my baby

Of bad bitches and good tree

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

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

I maim and wound fake ass crowned bitches

So it's nothing to finish

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

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

I'm high as fuck and i didn't call for all this

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

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

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

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