This is a song about "30 clips"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

Enough to use 13 clips to make sure you lay low

Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show

Sack 30 feet in the ground.

I just might throw a big amount

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

And i don't do colorful jeans or shiny kicks

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

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

With a rosa parks state of mind, i don't give a fuck

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Slips watching clips but eclipse hurry up before it strips