This is a song about "Clip full of bullets"

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Boot full of the ounces

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Talking about the god you serve

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Take a little bit of the shit, it quickly leads to me unloading my clip,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Don't take more than i can get to prevent waste

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained

So now this work's been worthless

My life was full of bitterness

Full clip in dat tech boy fye yo ass up feed to my pets now you chopped up

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

Balling, but it’s not a game

I'm full of sin and shame