This is a song about "Clip full of bullets"

The sound of bullets pumping through my less stained

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

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars

My personality is full of criminality

Sipping the finest liquid until we finish the dizzy

Convinced and full of admiration-

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

All you wanna do is get that stick

Full clip an automatic

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words