This is a song about "Mah gat"

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

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

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

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

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

But all g's do is attach the gat

The door crack, niggas all black

Gat under my sheep coat, i'm blowin' clouds of weed smoke,

And your hoping that he's focused to stay on the right road

And you all will respect that

There's a mighty fine clipped in gat