This is a song about "Clap it"

I'm so lazy cause you're "great" *clap*

The pioneer of the coke rap

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound

And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

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

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

No offense, don't assume people will clap

Now those cunts in prison gave me the fucking clap

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack