This is a song about "Mah gat"

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Roll the dice , listen to mah ugh sweet advice

We'll look at ratattat, flowing fly with his gat

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Phoma you'd be great just keep the (pop) gat

Doin wat i do is not a sin i always keep a stray gat in the bin

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

You and my gat are attached talk whack he'll attack ya

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

But my plan is to show you that i understand

And they'll smack a policeman with a gat in each hand,

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again