This is a song about "Gun shells"

Escaping from my fucken gun

Two reflections into one

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

We will never die, we are forever alive

Ok i hear you talkin

You talkin bout toting that gun

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Grab my knife and my gun

Go where you ain't been

Work straight out the kitchen

Actor done the switch of my gun

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Bars dropping like shells from a mac when its on its last mag