This is a song about "Shell tops"

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

While yall walk down the street with yall halter tops

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right

You got a pastel shell and a soft inside

Trusted me got me outta,my shell

Hoping you well, i know it's hell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

From hearing your novelle someone will expel the details of a shell

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

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Sitting on the high tops sniping you targets,

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

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe