This is a song about "Clap claps now throuwin flet caps"

And not just the shit about busting caps

And dj's play my records cause i make the needles dance

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

Rocking black and gold stocking caps

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

No offense, don't assume people will clap

One night love: i'mma need that

Write it in my leisure, i rather go shopping

Listening the claps from the sky, flowers are falling,

Caps half full mine always filled with battle

She caught up in my love triangle

I can only make you lose your caps

Hammer-hat flyer than a bag of bats