This is a song about "Ass clapping gay sex"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

While you're down, i shall not feel bad about clapping

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Rapping machine clapping between

You make a nigga's night turn day

Because what you spit is gay,

She say she fucking with me the long way

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

Witness me strapped with macs, knew i wouldn't play thatall you old rappers trying to advance

Vanilla ice imposters, when they recording at home they prolly do some gay ass dance

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping