This is a song about "Your gat"

Wale they call me tiger stripes

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Blasted out a gat with a flow so fast it'll ransack the god damn tampax

Face the facts, 'cuz honesty is somethin' that our nation lacks,

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

The homies wanna kick it, but i'm just laughin at cha

You and my gat are attached talk whack he'll attack ya

Rap giant, get your little locality smashed

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

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Out here you gat me inspired pass me the mic like you tired

No room for improvement with my gat surges, my head is fuckin spinnin like lap circles

Tryin to torture em to tell, i'm gettin mailbut ain't nobody sayin much, the same old nuts