This is a song about "A shotgun"

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Call shotgun while i'm getting madder

Good love then i can do that for her

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

I'm low-income right now, i'm moving to a shotgun,

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

Except that i got one along with the shotgun rounds around my belt

Yup you got a lot a

Now hey little mama

Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one