This is a song about "Clap clapper"

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Acting like i even matter, on and off like the clapper

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

So fuck the nonsense audience just clap it

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

Chris wallace said the sky was the limit

My nigga was on his hustle i introduced him my name

I didnt clap yo ass out the game cuz nigga u lame

With every boom boom clap in it

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that