This is a song about "Shotguns"

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

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

I'm messing bitches with chuck, but i was wearing some foams

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

For tryin' to communicate through a song

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,