This is a song about "30 clip in this nina"

Rap bad now this has been 30 bars of destruction

My talent should take me places i've never been

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

She got the bomb, i'm talking tick tick

Full clip an automatic

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Starting to spazz out on this shit reload my clip

Smile on my face got me feeling like the shit

Fuck it turn my mic up a lil bit

Now i'ma trip with only one clip

Long like a banana clip

Catch us smokin’ that quik trip