This is a song about "Clapping cheeks"

Man the people kissin' cheeks of the devil, got to hell,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

She choked 'n' frowned as tears were rolling down her cheeks 'n' soaked the ground

It's a man's worldbut real women make tha shit go around

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

And i got cheeks so apple red they'd make her run for the hills,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping