This is a song about "Angel with a shotgun"

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I fell in love for the first time with an angel

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

On the slow jam of love

Rose an angel we saw precious,

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

Just need a little angel to protect, except now she denied you and shes on to the next

But then they'll have an accident and pick up another mani went to the bank to cash my check

I felt a tear roll down my facethat was daddy's bullet

Ma i'm chasin it just send a angel to catch me when i trip

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

Took me a while just to write those

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,