This is a song about "Wig clapped"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

Cut your wig off, barber

'cause splittin ya wig is like cuttin butter,

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Wanna be an old white dude in a powdered wig

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big

Splitting wig and isotopes, people pinned in slave boats

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

You might get your wig pushed back tonight

By any means necessary get campaign right

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with

Why we call them hoes bitchesand maybe this might help you understand

I rap i know i aint half bad right? but how many niggas you done clapped

Planning revenge, guns clapped exact vengeance

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons