This is a song about "Shells"

Got a whole lotta bmi checks in the mail

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

So i just pray and hope god, take a light to myself

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

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

And bad bitches give me head and tell

That'll stray pop and put more shells in your top than adidas

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love