This is a song about "A shotgun"

As i light one for ill will

Your a show without a channel

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

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

And thats also where i'd get my pump action shotgun

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Like a baby without a diaper

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Any thing to say a a a a a a

Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma

I've never forgotten the orphan who grabbed the shotgun 'n' shot

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk