This is a song about "Clap clap for me"

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

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

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

If it wasn't bad enough your labels are hoeing you

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

And if you get to screamin that you gonna clap back

Fuck 2dopeboyz and nahright, shout out to hype track

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

But it might lead to that r2d2, the mobsters creep through

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice

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

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,