This is a song about "Clapping"

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

And now you fools better be clapping

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

His crowd ain't excited, they're not clapping.

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

I've been rapping, tapping, and clapping ever since the middle ages,

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

Who are horrified but i'll make laugh and be clapping

Cause i can't seem to see myself

You're just hand clapping for yourself