This is a song about "Toting gats"

Alright we're back again, pop gats again

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

When we meet you with gats, better find your asylum

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Holding the des, toting the lead for exposing you feds

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

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Strapped with gats, back to back, ready, set, go,

She probably had a reason though