This is a song about "Shotgun robbery"

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

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

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Call shotgun while i'm getting madder

Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

But momma raised me right wont be a robbery

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

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

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