This is a song about "Shell tops"

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

Cappin' boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time

Shell blow me so hard shes gonna develop a lisp

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Blood stainin black and white tops

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

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

The d as hard as the shell of an armadillo

Annihilatin' those, i'm rakin' but makin' dough

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Shell put the beam to ya head

The lights may flicker, your face feels red

They say if you listen to a conch shell.

I was at the xxl just trying to excel