This is a song about "Rap and tap"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

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

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

I'm about to snap

Drinking roc like its tap

And yea i know i cant rap

She was wet off the bat

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

But it's funny how you tap and tap

We vegetables, on them record labels

Just emerged and already rap circles