This is a song about "100 round clip"

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip

You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Walking on the ground

Its funny how it swaps round

100 bitches on my dick

So drop the slam and let's get sick

I wish we could meet in the ring, go round to round

Ammunition in graceshh, move without a sound

Cause ya'll spittin that wack shit

Now i'ma trip with only one clip