This is a song about "Gun shells"

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell

Imitated out-of-toners wasn't going well

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

And i am one of one

I went to get the gun

6 in the morning, i’m gonna call wale

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

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Vocals release shells like automatics