This is a song about "Shell tops"

Hostile flow,ripping pathetic individuals,soon on the tops charts i'll glow

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Before you could feel the shell shock of words like a grenade/

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Shell put the beam to ya head

Is not far from white girls with big bread

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

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Blood stainin black and white tops

Yeah, tell me about the love of ours

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops