This is a song about "Rap and tap"

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

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

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

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

Just emerged and already rap circles

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

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

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

And tupac the original king of rap

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

Fast forward spillin' drinks on her fur

And my rap is a lecture

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

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

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days