This is a song about "Paper clips"

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Yeah, that shit look like tissue paper,

I never use a fork i always spoon her

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

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

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

To be specific feed the critics to some choppa clips/

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

I'm neo in the matrix

With gats, extra mags and clips

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper.

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for