This is a song about "Sawed off shotgun"

Riding lord sliding my sword i sawed your styling

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

See i live up in a shotgun home, niggas think they're prophet jones,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

I've never forgotten the orphan who grabbed the shotgun 'n' shot

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Fuck it moron, snorting oxycontin, wearing cotton

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

Trying to get at me cuz they miss me, being their bitch in their shotgun seat

So my outlook's dim and my house is eventually without any heat

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

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

Baby you summertime fine, i'll let you get on top

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

Blasting off and slacking off/

Had to get my utmost feeted sleep cause