This is a song about "Heads crack like egg shells"

My mic's like a samuri its sliced heads,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

To get them niggas while they laid back

Planin that come back shit like you cookin crack?

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Got these haters heads spinning like cycloones wait thats a

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Man this shit wak flow got you addicted like crack

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

For being nasty off the top like my heads got lice

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack