This is a song about "Bullets and shells"

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Youre not ready,still casting your bullets

Shooting disses like bullets, spray and pray.

But i - somehow, some way

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

Say hi , but don't forget i also said bye god damn your thigh my tounge is

Great and 420, i spit bullets faster than an armed gunmen

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

My bombs of bullets hit and drop i'm a killer psychopathic