This is a song about "Turtle shells"

I was at the xxl just trying to excel

Feed you some shells, send you straight down to hell

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

Have my pistol ready shells and some extras

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Throw your money in the air

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

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test

A fly nigga, i keep having the gravity grievous

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

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

He can finally help me masturbate and read fan mail