This is a song about "Phat gats"

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

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

Got a body full of bullet holes laying here naked

Scripting words, that’s my shit, poking v’s and phat asses kid,

Some die while gripping the gats they have

Stack in his hand trynna make that last

Tell me my rhymes are getting phat and i might want a tummy tuck

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Alright we're back again, pop gats again

If your mind is on sex you must got esp then