This is a song about "Clap back"

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

With every boom boom clap in it

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

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

You don't mean that, you faggot

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Hope all over again, we can start

I clap shit-aim at your heart

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

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Who's there to hear the screams when the gats clap, shit,

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate