This is a song about "Sawed off shotgun"

Blasting off and slacking off/

Intendent attend them, cool cause

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

Lord- i'm 'bout to sawed off you in the face, cough "stout fraud"

While i'm in the back talkin' to my other broad

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

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

Blind to a broken man's dream, a hard lessoncourt cases keep me guessin', plea bargain

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

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

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