This is a song about "Shotguns"

Lock it, make sure, that all of your shotguns are drawn,

Find your number in my phone and don't know what be goin wrong

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

What a feeling of overcoming the odds

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,