This is a song about "Clap clapper"

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

And if you get to screamin that you gonna clap back

No offense, don't assume people will clap

I don't know why i'm even on this track

And served it to the public on a silver platter

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

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

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

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