This is a song about "Ridding shotgun"

Gangstas as real me are uncommon, around here carrying my 12 gauge shotgun,

Him attention but moms, yeah my momma as loyal as any sister would come

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

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

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind

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

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

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

Except that i got one along with the shotgun rounds around my belt

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went