This is a song about "Shotgun robbery"

You told me life would never, ever, ever get this perfect

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

Its like being shot in the face, with a shotgun, from close range.

I never judge a murder by weapons, only the rage

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

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

Compton it's quite common for someone to be in your face with a shotgun but

Yeah i'm a menace, god as my witness, with this pen i'm insane, yup

Figure this out, the king of the south, i'm poppin' bones from shotgun homes,

At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

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

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,