This is a song about "Hitting clips"

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

By feeding us these images, of bloody death and porno clips,

Im hitting out lyrics like im hitting in a fight

Like your bitchin' wife and sister might get tonight

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

So i'm hitting this weed till i choke

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting