This is a song about "Clam chowder"

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

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

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

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

And them which is more of a circus than a fair

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

I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop

Keep clam my nigga we living at the top

How both can give chowder , how both can devour

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Taste the chowder as i waste the founder

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Taste the chowder as i waste the founder

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her