This is a song about "Mah gat"

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

Took her to the club bought her three more bottles

Gat packing and fag slapping you will get slapped for once

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

But now my shakin' hand's in his face with a gat

But all g's do is attach the gat

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

Left the keys in the van, with a gat in each hand

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

Out here you gat me inspired pass me the mic like you tired