This is a song about "Clip 30"

I like my girls smart, skinny

Got 30 shots started actin silly

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

I put it in a clip and then blow a kiss

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

See, it's something about commitment though

Every day was a saturday, shit

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip

His buddys dead right beside em, last clip drops to the floor

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

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

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.