This is a song about "Phat gats"

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

And isaiah say one day your time will come

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first

Two hundred years ago we should've known the gats would burst,

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

Time after time, again and again

With such an ugly picture in it and

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

80 holes in your shirt, there: your own jamaican clothes