This is a song about "Riding shotgun"

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

I'm back riding a motorcycle

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

I stayed strong through all of the season riding my 2004 nissan.

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Trying to catch me riding dirty

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

I prefer your applause without a handout

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

When it's repping time, i get on extra grind

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

Fuck that nigga, wolf gang

Riding in their bugatti's man/