This is a song about "Empty the clip"

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

They say love saves the empty, the confused, the broken and the abused

40 with a million clip

I be on some other shit

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

But the pill bottles are 8empty

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

Im the mc fusion, with no empty conclusion

Yo the clip fully loaded and im ready to explode it

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

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

And when money is plenty, a lot of nigga's is friendly

At least superficially make the conversation less empty

Y'all ain't doing shit

Yall so fast with the clip,