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

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Now you got me hopped up on that

This is like love, that you can never get

So fuck the nonsense audience just clap it

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

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

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

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

Just me and my two of my dudes, blue man crew

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

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

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due