This is a song about "Clap clapper"

No offense, don't assume people will clap

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Me, i'm the dispatcher of the rapper that's above my clapper

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

You ain't gotta screw up your face in front of the kids

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

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Back to back surprised that i haven't caught the clap

I clap shit-aim at your heart

You shook my world and it felt apart

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Be a good hand-clapper and go fetch me my crackers,