This is a song about "Gats weaves"

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

I came through with diseased semen on my pen

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

It shows i know a bit

I don't pack gats and clap shit

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex