This is a song about "Shell andy"

From hearing your novelle someone will expel the details of a shell

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

Like the first nintendo, the blinking red light

You got a pastel shell and a soft inside

It's that crack, give you something to sell

They say if you listen to a conch shell.

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Got my fucking dick harder than the shell that's on a turtle

I let of my nine and let the shell burst through your spine

Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time

Like a richter; i'm andy, like a hurricane; sandy

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

I stay with in a shell of hope that my rhymes will stay dope

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope