This is a song about "Shotgun"

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Call shotgun while i'm getting madder

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

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

And walk through shotgun homes filled with bullet holes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

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

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years