This is a song about "Mah gat"

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

Ratattat and his gat, aren't something you can tame

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

You never held no gat, yeezy's about to sleep you

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

Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

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

Blasted out a gat with a flow so fast it'll ransack the god damn tampax

And if he opens his mouth i'll seal it closed with candle wax

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

Roll the dice , listen to mah ugh sweet advice

She don't suck nothing, buzzen, but she lick it nice