This is a song about "Clicks"

I got tricks up my ass, you can't stop worrying for my clicks like an axe

So nigga listen you can probably learn a lesson perhaps

Yet don't owe them niggas nothing but potent lyrics

Surviving 'till we thriving, then we die when the metal clicks,

Parking lot of the blue flame

Something just clicks in my brain

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Not a click i click with the bitch clicks me left me with my dead trees wilted new industry

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Four five six, and now it clicks

Clicks, cuz we're a wild pack of harlem lunatics!

And it’s over for powder ‘cause they movin’ them pills

Gun clicks oh shit sprint to the rooftops with no hesitation jump

All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the government