This is a song about "Can we do the tap tap"

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

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

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Can we do , they calling us

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

Therefore before i end this short, i'll make tap like i'm randy couture

It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

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

I'm gonna make you tap to my rap

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

I can just turn you into a dude who tap