This is a song about "Riding shotgun"

Everything i wanted never seem so close

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Accuse people of riding, we know you're a hypocrite

Here's my heart you can hold it, i won't need it on this road trip

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

Trying to catch me riding dirty

On they twitter writing novels, see

Written riding my spaceship

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

Catch me riding so solo

Niggas say i'm loco