This is a song about "Modified clips"

I come equiped with two clips named condemned

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

Homicide, killin with my glock modified, walk into school kids a sprintin away horrified,

I got blow, speed, bleed, whatever yo' kindand if you need a motherfucker i ain't hard to find

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Throw the clips in clouded never misses lesson 6 listen or meet sorrow

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Slips watching clips but eclipse hurry up before it strips

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Way obnoxious, holding that like cockpits with plated glock clips,

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

4 with banana clips, that 9 with that dick tho

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I stack chips, crack ribs, and in fact, i stack mad mack clips