This is a song about "Clap along if you feel"

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

You were right here all along

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

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

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

And if you did the same, you wouldn't feel so well.

Calling niggas really knowing they dont give a hell

If you have to touch hardware i feel bad for you son

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

How would all you motherfuckers feel if you were signed to shows?