This is a song about "Viloh faking clips"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Bares snacking, faking aching, this feeling isn't mistaken,

Faking the be best saying you from the west

Half your body laying on my chest

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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

I pump lead to paper, not to new clips,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

You think i'm serious when i say i'm a psycho? i'm faking,

He never fit in, always faking sick

I bet you hear that white music

If i look content i'm a lot better at faking now

Cause i run up in them and i make their cats meow

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

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