This is a song about "Smoke shell hencher"

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

My peoples sale rock, & cell blocks, got us shell shock

And bad bitches give me head and tell

Trusted me got me outta,my shell

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

Shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/

Then clouding out the sun with poison smoke

Uh, the only hope i had was selling dope

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Wave farewell to the infidels, excel out of his shell then yell citadel

My balance be so tight rope

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

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

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

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight

Before you could feel the shell shock of words like a grenade/