This is a song about "Shell tops"

Trusted me got me outta,my shell

So she sees sex as a way of leaving hell

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

Everything about me tops all of them

Time after time, again and again

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

The d as hard as the shell of an armadillo

I kick it any tempo, i'm lifted off the indo

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

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

I used to write rhymes, all day and all night

You got a pastel shell and a soft inside

I'm not an asshole i just don't give a fuck a lot

My peoples sale rock, & cell blocks, got us shell shock