This is a song about "Gun shells"

And i know that you're open

In the car with a gun,

Run away get away ye's got a gun

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

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/

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I put it down your throat

From blunt smoke to gun smoke