This is a song about "Guns claping"

Equalizer funds blastin' faster than mounted guns

I ain't never gonna bow down to your expectations

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

You can't evade my guns,

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

With my guns your get antiquated

Hardly parted or separated, we stayed faded

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Artillery weak with guns