This is a song about "Turtle shells"

Nigga with too much to say, you might make a fool of yourself

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

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail

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

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

Snatch his soul from his turtle neck and break his leg for disrespect

Nigga trying to live like hova, but well

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

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

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status