This is a song about "Booty clap"

One verse is all it takes

As this booty quakes lakes,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Once i beachu, ill slap dat booty

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

A working genius, a work of art

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

So fuck the nonsense audience just clap it

Give it to these broads,imake em soar back and all that

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

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

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

And if you get to screamin that you gonna clap back