This is a song about "Poppin clips"

Not about the inner city kids filling pistol clips,

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

And champagne poppin' every night, y'all don't understand?

I'm right back in it dead yummy and her mildew stank

Poppin' one dead in they forehead

Millie on my neck, thumbin through that check

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

We poppin' models like dahmer

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

My city's culture to the game now in existence

The best in my position, i’m passionate with lyrics

Corona beers with a round of alligator clips

Full clips of ammunition on you pumpkins

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks