This is a song about "Toting gats"

Life is your only friend, one day you'll understand

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

Because you say your sprayin gats and that you tote some too

Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh i get you

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

With gats, extra mags and clips

Shootin' craps and gats, both skills learned from practice

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Let off then i'm reloading immediately with these bombs i'm toting

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Alright we're back again, pop gats again

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them