This is a song about "Shotguns"

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,

So i’m warning , don’t you love me for too long

Fat rhymes every time, bitch, roseanne bars

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

With that said, i ain't around like my old combs

Baby soon as we get home, it won't take us too long

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