This is a song about "Crab shells"

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

Thats kool-aid, moutain dew, and cris on you

Says the motherboard's overgrowing with crab grass

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

They said man just quit this crab

The pioneer of the coke rap

Where niggas throwin' em' shells, i'm tryin' hard to prevail

But if i get knocked, i ain't got no bail

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

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

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

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love