This is a song about "Clap clapper"

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,

Wet willy shit, pussy i need a minute

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

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

Avenue that avenue i'm doing more than just passing through

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

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

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

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

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

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap