This is a song about "Shotgun for stupids"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

In the gutter, you learn to have a criminal mind

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

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

Hoes row got beans in them

49. for a reason for treason,

Maybe he'll listen in his casket -- the aftermathmore bodies being buried

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

Except for lucifer,

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

Baby, you know who you are

Call shotgun while i'm getting madder

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

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