This is a song about "Shotgun"

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

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

One day at a timeshe the one? never mind

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

And tell me why would we just think about

Girl problems? talk it out. guy problems? shotgun out!

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

That why when he outta town i make sure she is not alone

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

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

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

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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires