This is a song about "Clap cheeks"

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Maybe i should buy some hundreds, wear some fucking skinny jeans

The kind this kid eats/hit you wit fists n feet /2 ur lips n cheeks/

So fuck the nonsense audience just clap it

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

That's shock value, homie, i want fans all hyped up to clap,