This is a song about "Clip 30"

It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip

Starting to spazz out on this shit reload my clip

I choppa yo ass down you was bodied on , had my bitch empty that clip

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Full clip, spit then i reload/

All this paper i fold

I can have a full clip and still wanna use the bayonet

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Just gave up $30 for yellow bristle grass,

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below