This is a song about "Shells and chesse"

So much fuckin' white make darth vader have a dimmer force

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

I don't want it on my back

And like to boast and brag

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

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

I mean wow and i’m wowed, no one compares, you must have won

And stop playing hide and seek,

More money that mean less sleep

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

The club underwater, have em running out the front

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

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag