This is a song about "Phat gats"

Going to kill some green dragon for that phat loot

Never use the word ours i'm living in the minute

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

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

Pretty lips phat ass stay waqqin stay makin money

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

With gats, extra mags and clips

Fuck, clean up on aisle six