This is a song about "Clap cheeks"

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

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

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

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

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

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

No wonder why when times get hard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

Should know i'm winnin that chanel fitted cap

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

Tap my partner roscoe like bruh, i'm drunk as hell can't you tell