This is a song about "Clips"

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Hold it..now thank you for silence

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

Spending money when your wallet gets low

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

Wow, umm, so tyler if you had the chance to tell him something

While the states are spraying kids with 'straying' clips for cash that's running/

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

With gats, extra mags and clips