This is a song about "Shotgun for stupids"

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

We ain't playing for rings and that trophy i mention before, i let em keep

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

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

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