This is a song about "Clapping that booty"

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Who said i don't rep, i am naija all day

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

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

If he didn't have the price i'm asking

As this booty quakes lakes,

One verse is all it takes

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Tryna run up on me late nights with the lights flashing

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages