This is a song about "Make that clapping sound"

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Make you sound stupid like that nigga chief keef

But it don't feel half as good as grandma saying she's proud

There's just something about my sound that you can't figure out,

Clowns that sound horribly orally.

She going to borrow some money

That don't mean you gotta stop dancing

And now you fools better be clapping

Pardon my absence, i'm actually far out of town wit a pound

Title wave it til you fake it til you make it with the sound

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

We're gonna make this through, look around, hear the sound?

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Too impressed with myself for godsake im clapping

Beat up from the feet up and it won't sound that precocious.

It set in stone in these poems there ain’t nothing bogus