This is a song about "Squad clap"

You know i spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Please boo what's your size crazy

The squad on lock no key

My squad is who i get it wit

Gotti here, i’m in this shit

Twista finna get up on the track

I'm so lazy cause you're "great" *clap*

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"

Razor grips, laser spit

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears