This is a song about "Make that clapping sound"

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

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

Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around

I advise you to hide and not make a sound

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Plant my lyrical seed ,and watch my flow sprout, got that dope sound,

You jotted down cuz im around and spitting you won't make a sound

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

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

Who are horrified but i'll make laugh and be clapping

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

So i know the devil shit,that sound

The fourth one, i like to kick around

No disrespect cus that lad was fucking sound,

And put another half a mil in my bank account