This is a song about "Clap cheeks"

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

To me playing in the game is worth more than the seats

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

And if you get to screamin that you gonna clap back

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I know the world been waiting for that

I don't pack gats and clap shit

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

I'm about to snap

Just sit nicely and clap.

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

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

Thinkin that you won, i will never clap or congratulate,

That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight