This is a song about "Bullet shells"

Po-po wanna pick his brain, ho's wanna give him brain

Bullet holes and escalades, just tryin to explain,

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Vocals release shells like automatics

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

But let me inspire someone who can

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

Young and dumb as hell, businesses i'm running well

Do you hear the bullet clang man?

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan