This is a song about "Clips"

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips

My city's culture to the game now in existence

Slips watching clips but eclipse hurry up before it strips

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

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

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

Classless niggas ask me if they give a fuck

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

I just want somebody i can see

Got 2 vest and 2 techs with extra clips on me

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

I dont give a fuck if your a thug an use clips with slugs.