This is a song about "Clap clap clap clap clap clap clap it"

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

I don't pack gats and clap shit

'n' they don’t make me laugh or even cook like you

Clap along if you feel like that's what you wanna do

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

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

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

With every boom boom clap in it

So fuck the nonsense audience just clap it

Forreal i'm aggravated that gon' abandon this shit

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split