This is a song about "Clips smackin"

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

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

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

By the water, au revoir to my audience

This private property posted so i'm bussin clips

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

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

With gats, extra mags and clips

I'm neo in the matrix

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

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

Enough to use 13 clips to make sure you lay low

The sun gives light cause it is the window

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Like, pow, that's one jab to the chest, watch how i don't be smackin' his head