This is a song about "Ridding shotgun"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Call shotgun while i'm getting madder

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Took me a while just to write those

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

That's why i'm dropping poems from my southern shotgun home,

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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

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

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

With this mission im given the decision of ridding 'n' riving these chickens

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference