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

But somehow it made them listen

From hell your out of prison

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

I turtle-shell niggasin harold and bell, niggaseat you like lunch, before the bell

Wave farewell to the infidels, excel out of his shell then yell citadel

Coming out from underground,

Baby heading down a cloud

But not as bad as lookin' backwards wishin' that we hadn't been such of a damn disaster

You're about to get shattered i see the liquid coming out of your bladder.

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

I see your love and radiance coming out of michael my son,