This is a song about "Tap"

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

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

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Pass me that bong, inhale, astronaut flow, space jam

Let's get you on the sack, hap. nap. tap you in your ass man.

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

Im sayin one night my love is like that

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

Quoting the big ones while i tap a bitch once

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