This is a song about "Coming out of your shell"

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Is that sweat coming of your brow, think you can play with the guns click clack blow

We gon' rep the city of folarin straight, that bait

Before you could feel the shell shock of words like a grenade/

From hearing your novelle someone will expel the details of a shell

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

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Grinding real hard got the green in the front of the car, smoke coming out of

Talking of the gods you serve

Killin' ya out of your speakers.

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Only to stop the tears coming out your eyes

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice