This is a song about "Clap"

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

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

Thinkin that you won, i will never clap or congratulate,

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

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

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

Double m-g not to mention we got that

No car key and i mean that

Just sit nicely and clap.

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

I didnt clap yo ass out the game cuz nigga u lame