This is a song about "Clap"

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

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

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

No offense, don't assume people will clap

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

They don't hear my bark

I clap shit-aim at your heart

So fuck the nonsense audience just clap it

If she cook and keep her vagina like a secret

Thinkin that you won, i will never clap or congratulate,

And my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid

Wrap around 'til they hit the ground and they hear a sound

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

Clap along if you feel like happiness is the truth

Silver bullets, purple piff, blue pills, grey goose