This is a song about "Rap tap"

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

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

Tap, tap it in putter

She can't be my mother

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

I can't wait til she find out that that's really not the case

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

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

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Quoting the big ones while i tap a bitch once

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

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

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