This is a song about "30 clips"

Under pressure i don't sweat like my pores shut

Takin' clips from the magazines like killers, filled up,

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

Let me rideuntil i get free

Got 30 shots started actin silly

Reason i stuck with the sound

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Cops frisk with the glock clips, now they stop and freeze,

Me and my niggas swarm on you like the killer bees

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.