This is a song about "Shell tops"

See the feds and tap out that's wrestler shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

Shell blow me so hard shes gonna develop a lisp

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

They say if you listen to a conch shell.

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

Definitely melting your mind like melting pots i'm melting tops