This is a song about "Paper clips"

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

With gats, extra mags and clips

You can hear it in my lyrics

I don’t care where ya are

Left me like a blank white paper

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Tripped, racing ya self trynna chase the paper

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

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Belly full of paper bills

The jiggas and the tips

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,