This is a song about "Guns clap and people run"

The dead society of a poet

I don't pack gats and clap shit

No guns,i'm no pussy,i fought like a man,letting these people what color i bang

Pussy pop on her handstand, you got me sweatin', please pass me a fan, damn

The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

So here i am at the store for some chips

They would spit and clap ya, but speak fake ebonics,

And if you get to screamin that you gonna clap back

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

She call me big pat and my dick make that ass clap.

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that

Bands on top of bands, got me fuckin’ her and her friends

Few run with the guns cause they're nothing but pests

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

You run even though in your videos you flash guns