This is a song about "Clips smackin"

With gats, extra mags and clips

When you spill out hits

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff

Who know this be the life that i really live

Heavenly father, martin, malcolm mixed with them lyrics

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

Smackin heads on the pavement,

Im happier when high and drunk

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

Way obnoxious, holding that like cockpits with plated glock clips,

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips

Silicone bitches got the confidence

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

I got class and can't take this bitch to math, what

Takin' clips from the magazines like killers, filled up,