This is a song about "Combat shotgun"

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

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

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Im in a combat, you shouldnt date that brat.

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

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

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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

If i take an oath that mean i give up all my area code hoes

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

Trying to get at me cuz they miss me, being their bitch in their shotgun seat

She's bound to be bitchin if she hasn't got a fix inso... now i lay me down to sleep