This is a song about "Gun clapped"

Niggas wanna pick up a fuckin gun

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen

Two thousand one born a son of a gun

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Because that is when them gun sprays

It is to be a lone gun/

In earth, as it is in heaven

Thats a nice gun you have

While i'm rubbing on that ass

In the car with a gun,

I'm caged up in state prison

You talkin bout toting that gun

See with a district columbia vision