This is a song about "Shells"

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the don

Bars dropping like shells from a mac when its on its last mag

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

I’m at the limit where i be amazing myself

His flow is hole-y like the edge of abalone shells

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

‘cause that’s the case i'm known to pack a tool as well

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

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice