This is a song about "Shotgun robbery"

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

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

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Sharing squandering wasn't a tear in the robbery

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

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

I get fresh from yankee stadium to the garden

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

And thats also where i'd get my pump action shotgun

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

"you out ya mind," nah, you don't know what's in my mind

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

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires