This is a song about "Turtle shells"

Got my fucking dick harder than the shell that's on a turtle

I try to love 'em in the physical, not literal

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

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

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

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

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

Threw 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fuckin well