This is a song about "He make it clap"

Rolling a double rhouse full of happiness, weed and drank

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

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

So fuck the nonsense audience just clap it

He didn't understand why she would always make it hard

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

I'm from the number one place on the map

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

G-unit would make of it!

10th grade, eyes red as shit

Then make him a offer he cant refuse

I got a girlfriend she like them gucci shoes

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit

They said id never make it

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

No offense, don't assume people will clap