This is a song about "Ridding shotgun"

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

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

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

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

Smoking haze all over town like it's allowed

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

Yeah, they call me country grammar

Call shotgun while i'm getting madder