This is a song about "Trench shotguns"

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

I remember shotguns and modest working class homes,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

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

Like explosive bangs from a sawed-off shotguns cough,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Lock your doors like tupac shakur, got shotguns drawn,