This is a song about "The club clapper"

Me, i'm the dispatcher of the rapper that's above my clapper

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Ah hell not the beast really i don't give a fuck

Hitmen taking out people at the club

She was the queen of the club

They like talking, its like gossip

Where your whereabouts baby? i care about you lady

Every time i see you at the club you gettin’ low baby

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

When my song play the whole club fucking lost it

Say ohhh, if you in the club tonight

Parallel on the other side

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Acting like i even matter, on and off like the clapper

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her