This is a song about "Paper clips"

Spray the fifth, gator kicks

With gats, extra mags and clips

Bag of clips, i'm an addict, i like to spit kicks,

So here i am at the store for some chips

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Regardless to all them, i appease her

I cut the finest weed down, and smoke like my glock clips,

My city's culture to the game now in existence

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips