This is a song about "He make it clap"

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

It's blacc friday and i'm glad to be black

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Thinking he wont goddamn it he will

Make it a war, ima make it my own,

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

But my dad didnt make it

It's all good, finna dog that

They said id never make it

How bout we blow this bit

Is what you make it, shake it

She crazy, that stalker shit

But he never spoke up, so they could make it last

The walls i couldn't break em or take em apart with a tank

Cause i feel like em when he said he done lost it

Don’t gotta shop, i ain't paying for shit