This is a song about "Clip full of bullets"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

Full of futile exercises, for a future full of bars

Well, i have a gram cupcake mix

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

My bombs of bullets hit and drop i'm a killer psychopathic

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

My personality is full of criminality

My girl finished high school and she got her a degree

With business hoes an college strippers

Full of drugs, over inflated figures

Boot full of the ounces

We don't ever make love