This is a song about "Clapping checks"

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Poor white people seen as trailer trash collecting fed checks,

You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes

Yellow diamonds in my ear

Cause when them checks clear, they're not here

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Kush by the ounce that way no checks would bounce

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

You're just hand clapping for yourself

Roll up niggas be like sex