This is a song about "Extended clip"

Tyler the creator invented some new shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

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

I put it in a clip and then blow a kiss

You ain’t never been higher than this

On poetry of rap i extended my forbidden knowledge further

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

I probably would wear 'em but my dick don't fit

9 mil extended clip means your death is extended.

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

Starting to spazz out on this shit reload my clip