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

Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin

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

Clap along if you feel like a room without a roof

That man there throw wale on the shelf and i lose

So as an individual if you feel invisible

But don't expect a ring if you committed to the hustle

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

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

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Den i put that ho on the welcome mat

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

Thought she hot i swear, probably rougher than hell

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

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