This is a song about "Democrat with a shotgun"

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

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Caused with pain and agony a tragedy mentally scarred covered with

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

A youngen with no heart was born with a head with no brain attached/

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

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

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

We love for a while then a light goes

So he runs through his building, leaves the shotgun behind,

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

In private, not public in the streets

With a thousand latinos! holding rakes with leaves!

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

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