This is a song about "Clap cuz i m throwing flet cap"

I m not making u feel that u r my dear...

Laugh at the money that's stuck in the chandelier

I got that same hunger, rock-a-fella chain hunger

Been throwing up c'z since i was a youngster

It wont happen cuz i m quick to ''drop '' u so called monsters/

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Go pull out your m i gear from inside the dresser

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie

I´m so high, my shoes so fly

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

Waiting for the perfect time for conversation

Whack, cause ya'll busta cap, which i be singin' sayin'