This is a song about "Empty the clip"

Brain empty, insane and deadly, hollowed out and wishing he could rhyme, the pain is ready

Beware for my marksand yo, makaveli, give me them bullets that was left up in your belly

Havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight

Banana clip, with the magazine clipp to the side/

I’m tryna have them lips sync, milli vanilli shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

40 with a million clip

That's game bitch, ain't shit

Then to be in my face asking for a rose cup

I catch the clip shove it in and what the fuck its still stuck!

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Fill the clip and drill 'em and then screw 'em, shit's a missile,

Fuck it! i go until my 40 millionth encore

His buddys dead right beside em, last clip drops to the floor

I choppa yo ass down you was bodied on , had my bitch empty that clip

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit