This is a song about "Pistol clip"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Full clip, spit then i reload/

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Now i'ma trip with only one clip

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

But still throw a mean punch, yo "pistol pistol",

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Than i killed his career gave him the whole clip

My pussy is a pistol

Baby girl my stroke official

Cuz my clip just ran out of bullets.

The youngest of my mother kids

Then there's me, alone, sick an sinful, about to show the world my ripple with this pistol

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

They just need convincing like malcolm little

Spattering bitches brains everywhere with my pistol,