This is a song about "Combat shotgun"

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

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Girl problems? talk it out. guy problems? shotgun out!

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

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

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Lyrical chargers attached to my back to combat a whack

Combat kung fu, with that jujitsu

I'm hoping that this letter reaches you

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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