This is a song about "Paper clips"

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

1st class hermes, panamera, purp pass

Toilet paper to wipe my ass

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

So here i am at the store for some chips

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

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

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

Wolf gang, ace creator

You never tasted paper

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

Enough to use 13 clips to make sure you lay low

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.