This is a song about "Gun shells"

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Now momma told me be careful who you love

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

I love to pull out my gun

This thing that you could imagine

I really wish i had my gun

Ok i hear you talkin

Just give me a carrot gun

Until my flesh hardened so pardon

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

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

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

I'm the c.e.o. of diplomat records, i sign myself