This is a song about "Clips smackin"

Ran into the beat, harder than smackin' a pole

I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

I got banana clips, eating banana chips, digest a rap, came out your shit,

So lucid lucifer would lose it if the shoe fits shooting clips before the truth admits

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

Slips watching clips but eclipse hurry up before it strips

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Throw the clips in clouded never misses lesson 6 listen or meet sorrow