This is a song about "Phat gats"

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

Your bitch is the type of bitch that's gonna do you bad

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

I don't pack gats and clap shit

If it's right tonight, i might bite that

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

Packin lyrical gats n' it's a fact i'm passin to the top