This is a song about "Shell tops"

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Trusted me got me outta,my shell

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

That'd be the day his label treat him like a signal fade

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

Shell blow me so hard shes gonna develop a lisp

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

Coming out of my shell, like a bird in a nest.

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Gets harder than rihanna when

Everything about me tops all of them

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow