This is a song about "Bellow"

That dance about, chant his name and insanely clap hands.

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do

And i open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

I howl out the pack like a werewolf, i shall rap it all nightmarish

Akon hollering at me "locked up wont let me out"

Yea and this is something to think about

Just a lotta worthless hollering

How they say that we not working

Realest nigga told you that, chloe love me more than rap

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

I don't pack gats and clap shit

With these macs i've got a bad habit

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/