This is a song about "Clapping checks"

Checks delayed n' lights turned off

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

Kush by the ounce that way no checks would bounce

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I come correct wreck decks and collect checks

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

I'm constantly providing for my fam and i'm earning checks,

Self-hatred...i hate you...and myself

You're just hand clapping for yourself

Angle these beats like a pentagon

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on