This is a song about "Shotgun for stupids"

49. for a reason for treason,

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

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

When she was pregnant i'm surprised i ain't retardedat night i can't sleep, count sheep

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

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

Except for lucifer,

But that's what he liked her

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

Whole lot of haters wanna fight i swear

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