This is a song about "Bullets and shells"

Aim bullets straight at your dome

Playing with fire is a danger zone

All green nigga pick six

Some lyrical bullets,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Shoot bullets right through ya body

Real motherfuckin g's, this one is for you

I reach for my piece and bullets flew

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Vocals release shells like automatics

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I'm sure to get rich

Bullets in ya hand bitch

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells