This is a song about "Clap"

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

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

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

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

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

Back to back surprised that i haven't caught the clap

Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap

I'm so lazy cause you're "great" *clap*

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids

They would spit and clap ya, but speak fake ebonics,