This is a song about "Smoke shell hencher"

Like a church in debt

Shell put the beam to ya head

Ya beggin for a smoke

I know you just doing your job

You got a pastel shell and a soft inside

So the homie wale can leave the hook right

Breakdancing to melle mel

Trusted me got me outta,my shell

Don't need to drink, don't need to smoke,

I fucking hate this job

When things went wrong we'd blame mamai reminisce on the stress i caused, it was hell

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