This is a song about "Phat gats"

Pretty lips phat ass stay waqqin stay makin money

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

Cameras and lights, fuck that, gats, i'm packing them,

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again