This is a song about "Crab shells"

Or am i just another crab in the bucket

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Trying to get back to this thing called love

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice