This is a song about "Gun clip"

"clip is fully loaded got that cuete by my side"/

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

Lot of tough talk personas, they ain’t really built for war

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

You don't mean that, you faggot

Somebody hold the banana, clip

Hand me the clip an everything will be made okay.

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

40 with a million clip

Razor grips, laser spit

Escaping from my fucken gun

Top ranked, number one my son

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

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

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip