This is a song about "Paper clip"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Ironin' you niggas now it's time to starch the shit

We run quiet swift, a shooter should love thee clip

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

Than i killed his career gave him the whole clip

Full clip an automatic

When i was 11 got the toolie thick

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

9 mil extended clip means your death is extended.

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

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

I'm a monster with pen and blank paper

And shrimp might run and tell the pigs

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.