This is a song about "Modified clips"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

So lucid lucifer would lose it if the shoe fits shooting clips before the truth admits

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Takin' clips from the magazines like killers, filled up,

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

'fore i make another 'how can you slap' youtube clip

- with navy seals clips and some shovels in the whip

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

Got 2 vest and 2 techs with extra clips on me

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

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

Slips watching clips but eclipse hurry up before it strips

My city's culture to the game now in existence

With gats, extra mags and clips

Spray the fifth, gator kicks