This is a song about "Clapping cheeks"

Rapping machine clapping between

Okay, so play d, know what i mean

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

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping

They want me unemployed, until i hit the streets

Pick her up and then i'll let her wiggle them ass cheeks

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Cheeks feeling flaccid but you need it for your habit

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Fuck you little pussy ur cheeks are pink, 218 bitch.

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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

Runs from cheeks when they cry, money hungry thieves lovely monthly fees

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies