This is a song about "The club clapper"

Then asking my identity

In the club i dont dance like diddy!

Say ohhh, if you in the club tonight

When it came to grams it was 90 i fried

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt

Seven, what's religion nigga? i am legend

Olajuwon, james hardeny’all niggas new to the sceneand that’s my nigga, supper club

Take a puff from the blunt and watch the smoke swirlmy mossberg goes boom, what's another plug

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms