This is a song about "Sawed off shotgun"

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but

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

Look, she love me from them poems, and them songs, in my zone

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

That's me spitting this fucking garbage toss

Where did i leave off, jacking off?/

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

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

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

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

A couple of haters looking, i’m knowing them niggas hot

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

I'm clearly in a different tax bracket now, dog