This is a song about "Hair clips"

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

This private property posted so i'm bussin clips

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

I run a 4.4, so they won't catch me there

With gats, extra mags and clips

You can hear it in my lyrics

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Rare shit, trend setting yea i be the best

I come equiped with two clips named condemned

All i could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

It's been a half a year, i say we take it there

Turtle dicks comb my hair

Don't you leave a seed in there