This is a song about "Shotty"

Everything was picture perfect till you moved the frame

She was ridin shotty and i was in the back lane

I'm a shotty with a mullet when i call it, use it to the fullest

Uh, every time i’m in my city, i be acting like my shit don’t stink

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Thats the truth riding shotty is a girl in a bikini,

Not taking no shotty to the back

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

After i take the shotty to your head pow pow,

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now