This is a song about "Crab shells"

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

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Vocals release shells like automatics

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

Bars dropping like shells from a mac when its on its last mag

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap