This is a song about "Clapper"

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Me, i'm the dispatcher of the rapper that's above my clapper

Be a good hand-clapper and go fetch me my crackers,

We gotta get back to what really matters

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

Acting like i even matter, on and off like the clapper