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

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

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

It's just repeated words coming out of every teenagers mouths,

As you niggas, niggas get familiar with the art of loss

In case you forgot or fell off i'm still hot - knock your shell off

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Just coming out of church whistling a blues hymn,

Coming out from underground,

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

Confidence to the max multiplied by ten, finally coming out of the den/

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

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