This is a song about "Shotgun"

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

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

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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

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

Why'd you slang crack? cause i had toa nigga gotta pay the fuckin rent

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

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Call shotgun while i'm getting madder

And isaiah say one day your time will come

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

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

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