This is a song about "Paperclip"

You down on your knees when you hear my dj's beat tickety tickety tack

We ain't having ittime to tear this shit back, ghetto children kick back

Not video games with a zombie horde

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Pessimistic we are, carry odds like luggage

Nah i don't cuss, i can anyways deliver a punch

I choppa yo ass down you was bodied on , had my bitch empty that clip

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

See i know when the harsh reality take it's toll

First shot missed then he hit, that's how i got this hole.

Little nighas talk they shit but never held up a barrel

And the sex will lock her down see my stick is the gavel

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I'm a doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

She'll watch any video, anything, she'll watch a video full of gays

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace