This is a song about "Clip full of bullets"

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

Like a line full of hoes

Belly full of paper bills

They bringing me fish and chips

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Full of myself, but still hungry

You're uncool like my mother kin

Full of this unbridled passion

Zeds fucking dead bullets made of lead

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

Our rise began with the fall of the bullets