This is a song about "Gats weaves"

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

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

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped

The gats got its own mind, with a psycho attached

His wifey fuck with me and really he don't understand

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

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

I've got blazing gats, i'll spray your cap, you know that,