This is a song about "Gun shells"

You talkin bout toting that gun

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Puts that gun to his temple

Lady at the frank stand will

I’m callin’ on you ’cause i can’t do it myself

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

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

Fuck a deal, i just want my father's email

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Grab my knife and my gun

I want to fight the music on this one

Raise the gun... to this virgin nun i point this gun,

My pockets got paper on paper

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

Just give me a carrot gun

Me and my microphone could be one