This is a song about "Hair clips"

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

With rain pouring down her already wet hair

This private property posted so i'm bussin clips

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Hit man? shit man, i could look down the cross hair

It's justice for all but 90 percent unfair

Popping clips to leave your whole body stiff

And bitches say bitch like bitch is not offensive

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Everybody put three fingers in the air

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,