This is a song about "Extra medium"

Got 2 vest and 2 techs with extra clips on me

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

Cheerfully i say lord take my wife to heaven, thank you for the extra hour

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

A pile extra pressure as a test of measure

I never use a fork i always spoon her

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

And your offense offers hits to be attacked with, you give your opponent extra tactics,

Three dorra extra fo dorra extra if you wanna take that shit home

Are you hearing me right turn the sound up on the microphone

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

With gats, extra mags and clips