This is a song about "Shotgun robbery"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

The optimistic, pro on the lottery

I make 100 millions without a robbery

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

With all due respect i do respect you enough to expect

Acting like its a mystery i wanna win the lottery of robbery

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Adrenaline pumpin' like i'm about to commit an armed robbery

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

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

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