This is a song about "Banna clip"

Weird niggas make sick too i don't need no pistol

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

Took off my rollie and got on some audemeer shit

Throw me a different clip, maybe that will solve it

Then play you all my latest shit

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Man these songs that i made in my bedroom and shit

9 mil extended clip means your death is extended.

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

Starting to spazz out on this shit reload my clip

Grab and extra clip for the extra bitch who was meddling,

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip

I master vandalism and my louie v's sprouse shit

I don't know why the industry wanna keep me a secret

Yo the clip fully loaded and im ready to explode it