This is a song about "Gats weaves"

The gats got its own mind, with a psycho attached

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

Packin lyrical gats n' it's a fact i'm passin to the top

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

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

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Some die while gripping the gats they have

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass