This is a song about "Riding shotgun"

Cuz when the press get this verse, their sure to press rewind

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

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

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

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

I'm love stoned from everywhere and she knows

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Ain't riding, dicks so stop, siding, don't swap

Yeah, riding around with that reefer scent

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

Or let the mob handle that

Riding inna hammer dip

Verse writing, hearse riding,

Get off a key like i can’t sing