This is a song about "Gats weaves"

Some die while gripping the gats they have

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Always on the road again, with omega or the band

Man it's stupid how we're fascinated with the gats in hand,

Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

Then weak up n cry till ur gats out

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

And it rules everything around them

Alright we're back again, pop gats again

Where the black girls get their weaves back

The door crack, niggas all black