This is a song about "Tap dance"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Your hands are shaky, my dance is lazy

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

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

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

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

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

Am feelin sorry for you, cuz we about to dance.

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

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

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

I'mma do this fast or slow

In a strip club getting a lap dance

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands