This is a song about "Shoot that nigga wit a gat"

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

Strap a gat and blow caps at your skullcap

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Catch a nigga shoot him from behind

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

My hairs done right. outfits tight. a nickel plated gat with christian dior

Loc’s on, chucks low, black beanie dogpatron top wash straight from the liquor store

Im a nigga wit a couple magic tricks up his sleeve

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

And they'll smack a policeman with a gat in each hand,

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

Dat same niggas that grew up , da same nigga you been wit

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

Invest in a gat just to keep these bitc*es tame

The cloth from which we came me and them is not the same