This is a song about "Clap it"

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

My jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap

I don't pack gats and clap shit

Bitch you should see my wallet

Just sit nicely and clap.

Well, i can handle that

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

And if i gotta settle for a piece of you

With every boom boom clap in it

She crazy, that stalker shit

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

Like banana peels for heels, my spill is so legit

Clap along if you know what happiness is to you

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue