This is a song about "Riding shotgun"

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

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

Still the man with the pan

Riding in their bugatti's man/

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

And thats also where i'd get my pump action shotgun

Written riding my spaceship

Razor grips, laser spit

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

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

She asked if i was riding solo

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though