This is a song about "The club clapper"

In the club like fuck it, though

Turning to ground zero

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

I guess i got to be a fucking hand-me-down rapper

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

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

When my song play the whole club fucking lost it

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Dont see how you can hate from my side of the club

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Fuck pigs, fuck guards, all some fucking retards

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Blew up the club i'm gone

You just gotta be strong