This is a song about "Tap dance"

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!

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

This that black elohim anunnaki rap

My rhymes are smooth they flow like water from a tap

Can't win with a passive attack

But it's funny how you tap and tap

Tap, tap it in putter

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

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

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

Dance with the devil all glide, no pedal,

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/