This is a song about "Phat gats"

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

I've got blazing gats, i'll spray your cap, you know that,

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

My words are like weapons, gats or poison arrows,

Some die while gripping the gats they have

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

Stackin' plaques, platinum tracks with crack and gats in hand,

With such an ugly picture in it and