This is a song about "Gats"

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

The gats got its own mind, with a psycho attached

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Then weak up n cry till ur gats out

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Look inside my closet