This is a song about "Toting gats"

Alright we're back again, pop gats again

And do i need to mention when

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

And you don't wanna go to clubs no more and

You talkin bout toting that gun

Can’t you see just how long my run

With gats, extra mags and clips

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

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

Aye rich, another 5 on the g men