This is a song about "Ass clap"

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Got her the bently coup, she call that old news

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Imma need to know now can a brotha crack

One night love: i'mma need that

Just sit nicely and clap.

She call me big pat and my dick make that ass clap.

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Told me mary was a go so we passed her round and round

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

Like a small garage in your backyard

I clap shit-aim at your heart