This is a song about "Body outlined by tap crime tape"

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Yak! mother fucker, yak! pull the glock back, finger tap,

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

Spitting caution tape, paying homage, say,

Until i started to lose my way

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

My rhymes are smooth they flow like water from a tap

I used to want to be the messiah of rap

Y'all critics really think i just bought that new rifle to tap?

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

I'm gonna make you tap to my rap

Shout out chrissy, rozay and all that