This is a song about "Booty clap"

There's crack, there's crack

Just sit nicely and clap.

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

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

And i ain't got what it takes

As this booty quakes lakes,

So pretty mama make that booty accessible,

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

Make sure to give them my all

Hit me up for a booty call.

That's shock value, homie, i want fans all hyped up to clap,

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

We ain't come for peace, you can bend your knees and pray all day

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Booty meat shaking in a groovey street

J big as a muffler, we puff that meineke weed