This is a song about "Gun clapping"

I told him get his 9 and run

Run away get away ye's got a gun

I'm off the wrong road

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

And now you fools better be clapping

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

Let me hear the fans clapping dancing on

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

End of the show i get an encore and evryones clapping

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

Escaping from my fucken gun

You know that love is a very serious thing

But know i'm tapping, hoping to see people clapping/////