This is a song about "Click clak"

At times i petrify jerusalem's click

I never crack i got that chap stick

Whats on... pshhh... [click] pshhh... [click] ... oh "shh it's a marathon",

And i'm eating up they croutons, erica to milan

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

Were they click it and vent shitt tha same way i click it and pen it

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

No cash in big stacks, no guns that click clack

Your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

Small, but you talkin' big

It aint click clack its bitch slap

Twista finna get up on the track

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

And that one click is ruined when its taken of an actor