This is a song about "Clap clap"

I didnt clap yo ass out the game cuz nigga u lame

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Like a small garage in your backyard

I clap shit-aim at your heart

Bail hard but balling 50 on them pretty shoes

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

So fuck the nonsense audience just clap it

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

You, you, you have to pay for that

With every boom boom clap in it

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

No offense, don't assume people will clap

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap