This is a song about "Clam"

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

Then she riding on the topshe about to make it pop

On they car note to go to the club

And i clam up {*wham*} i just slam shut

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

My blunts are pearled like i pulled from a clam and shit

Sex attained a chilled clam, rocks are fair shuts till hair,

To get it in, any minute, i'll be hit with a stare