This is a song about "Clapped black girls"

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

So i guess that's where i hide my things

To their backs and attract the black on black

Like bobby had whitney we was cooking up crack

And i thought i was black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

We kung-fu that jack black/

When love comes callin', don’t love back

While i freakin' spit black

Naked woman rub my back

Get clapped up by tony

I’m tryna be low key

We should appreciate the girls

When they twist and talk with they fingers

'cause good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop