This is a song about "The club clapper"

Blew up the club i'm gone

Well, the club bout to hear this song

You haters put up your guards

Ace in the club yea we dealin cards

Braggin in the night club,

That shit was wack as fuck

Who's sneaking in the club?

Without your love it's cold as fuck

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

When i ask him for shit, i get no answer, so god is the cancer

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

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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