This is a song about "The clap"

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Thinkin that you won, i will never clap or congratulate,

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

And for miami i get an applause and an extra clap

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

Im tired of hearing guns clap in the trap,

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

That's shock value, homie, i want fans all hyped up to clap,

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Just sit nicely and clap.

Sneak up on attack

No offense, don't assume people will clap

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

It is breaking me down, no more friend around

Either sit back and get slapped around, or clap the pound