This is a song about "Good tap dance"

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

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck

I don't really know what the fuck's in my cup

Rocking black and gold stocking caps and fleur-de-lis shockey hats

All those shitty love stories and my most hated was dance.

I'm gonna make you tap to my rap

I know the world been waiting for that

All my other people that dance around

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

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

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

Better begin, again with the meddling, turn the tap on the rap/

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap