This is a song about "Breaking out of your shell"

Heart of a lion, tell em get in line

Too take the piss out of your rhyme

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

And breaking the cycle not following your genes

Set you on fire like tires breaking apart your moral fibers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

Your performing magic tricks and breaking the laws of psychics

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

The d as hard as the shell of an armadillo

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

Ugh hutch said to diss, but your breaking rules by spittin out piss,