This is a song about "Gun shells"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Garrote roulette or simply gun her

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

Vocals release shells like automatics

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Till the baddest one killed with a gun.

I really wish i had my gun

She’s a star if i ever seen one

And when it's said and done

Just give me a carrot gun

Puts that gun to his temple

As i light one for ill will

My drive is like no one

You talkin bout toting that gun

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

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