This is a song about "Hitting clips"

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

Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living

Now i was born by the river in a little tent

I come equiped with two clips named condemned

Noise like lil girls with curls n clips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

With gats, extra mags and clips

When they showed up at your door at christmas

Hitting the big spliffs while i'm spitting vicious

You can hear it in my lyrics

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

If you feel it, it must be real just

To which end you're hitting the pavement

Hitting the singing feather

Baby, you know who you are