This is a song about "Banana clips"

I’m first class on my trip trip

Long like a banana clip

You can hear it in my lyrics

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

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

By the water, au revoir to my audience

Riding with the chopper, like it's my friend

I come equiped with two clips named condemned

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

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