This is a song about "Crab shells"

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

So, just tell me something about yourself

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

Vocals release shells like automatics

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Or am i just another crab in the bucket

Well that didn't go well, let us try to make it swell

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

Shout out my nigga reggie bush that just gets you the highs

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And if she have it, she gon' change her blackberry status

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

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you