This is a song about "Paper clip"

Her hair all over the bed, that make me love her more

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

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

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

I chill now...cop a little ice later

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

9 mil extended clip means your death is extended.

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

Got a nigga seein things

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

Long like a banana clip

That's when you know you doing shit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Now i'ma trip with only one clip

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

Huh, i can't interpret her