This is a song about "Hunnid clip"

Keep it 1 hunnid sike i mean 4hunnid tellem other girls shake it left right

Let's find a spot for you to do me, in the darknow that it's passion, hold me tight

But i got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more

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

And now i only listen to this hip-hop shit

Trapped in space with my own gun and an empty clip

Starting to spazz out on this shit reload my clip

With enough shit to raise your block in one dip

I can have a full clip and still wanna use the bayonet

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Throw me a different clip, maybe that will solve it

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Now i'ma trip with only one clip

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

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

Take a little bit of the shit, it quickly leads to me unloading my clip,