This is a song about "Tap dance"

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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

Then get out your seat and jump around

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

Others dance with each others other,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

My rhymes are smooth they flow like water from a tap

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Try to jack and i will attack

Drinking roc like its tap

Have no souls indeed

So repeat tap both feet