This is a song about "Shells and chesse"

Social conditioning and

And get caught, in the moment

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Vocals release shells like automatics

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Where niggas throwin' em' shells, i'm tryin' hard to prevail

In the futuren, truly yours , wale

Punchlines and wordplay and rhyming and my metaphors,

Bandana p, blow thirds, the 4 take you on all fours

And like to boast and brag

Baby all i do is rap

Penncounting pennys over tha years

And their mothers and fathers