This is a song about "Tap"

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

It's weak-ful, i don't preach! i tap keys to each beat!

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

So gold albums or not, i did affect rap

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

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

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

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

I won't give it to you just like your girl even that bitch wants to make me hurl,

Im young tap aka yt. live like like me u a fucking beast/ lego. im the fucking girl/

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

Therefore before i end this short, i'll make tap like i'm randy couture

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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