This is a song about "Shotgun"

Call shotgun while i'm getting madder

Wolf gang be on that wrist split splatter

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Shotgun in a satchel in the back of the tires

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

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

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

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Trying to get at me cuz they miss me, being their bitch in their shotgun seat

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Girl problems? talk it out. guy problems? shotgun out!

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

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

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone