This is a song about "Click"

It's over, she got colder, now

Because when i go click clack pow

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Click clack get kidnapped by the pack

If his bitch insist on getting sick

Your lime ricks, can't handle my click/

Trying to make my message click, dont try to fight this

For him to be true is all you ask but i'm foolish

To click respond to your master carl

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Until i here that click clack and bust,

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

Now when my rhymes click in ur mind they will stick

At times i petrify jerusalem's click

There's a million names for your kind of chronic