This is a song about "Clip"

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Full clip, spit then i reload/

Used to find dope in his coat

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

It's time for a bloody foot you little rabbit

Throw me a different clip, maybe that will solve it

Nine mil full clip straight to the head when you come to my town

I told my girl i'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down

Than i killed his career gave him the whole clip

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot