This is a song about "Trench shotguns"

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

Cause you know, aside from me strugglin' or coming up in one of the most

We were raided in the trench lose a couple men but what we do is kill all those

Metaphors in every color, these indelible bars

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

The flow cold as a shoulder of a gold diggin hoes

Used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long

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