This is a song about "Clap clap"

So fuck the nonsense audience just clap it

You never play with young boys cause they never private

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings

They would spit and clap ya, but speak fake ebonics,

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

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Always got a song to do can't get along it's true

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

And by the way i'mma start

I clap shit-aim at your heart

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

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that