This is a song about "Clap"

I don't pack gats and clap shit

So i'm one with that

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

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

Just sit nicely and clap.

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

With every boom boom clap in it

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

I can't hold back, it's time to attack jack

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Mortal kombat, my shit is beyond rap

She call me big pat and my dick make that ass clap.