This is a song about "Daps"

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

They give a lapdance n' tap dance for daps, that's wrong but

If we was giving daps to everybody left you hanging

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Give him daps tears rollin down my face

Made a million with the pen

I'm chaining daps while i'm gaining ten