This is a song about "Empty the clip"

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

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

You could call me a freak, i like to get buck, buck

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

Long like a banana clip

Contributing the real shit

Somebody hold the banana, clip

But the pill bottles are 8empty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

Cause the account never empty, naw it stay full son

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

Take a little bit of the shit, it quickly leads to me unloading my clip,