This is a song about "Crab shells"

Even though she make it hard for me to see you

Eatin' crab out in malibu with no boo

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

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

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

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

They said man just quit this crab

So i'm one with that

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Because it's hard trying to pay the bills when you're by yourself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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