This is a song about "Shotty horror"

She said she likes my shotty, bitch i ain't got none

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Disorders and generate horror within' recorders. i'm at my peak, my lyrical

Facing away the image ive become/ truth be told/ its truely cynical

I won't ignore the horror that i know, but,

I had a long day and i really wanna fuck

But i'm giving it foundation when i write lyric

As i proceed to sit this whole bit turned to a horror flick

Fresh above the water

Its always full of horror

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise

Horror rage, gave me deep scratches round my eyes