This is a song about "Turtle shells"

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

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Nobody gives a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

I walk wit the shells, and i aint got no adidas on.

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well

And when i die through sprayin shells, i'd hope hip hop dies and sent straight to hell/

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

Woah there, woah there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Get off slut you know the fact of your face look alike turtle

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap