This is a song about "Tap dat"

The jager in my cup is licorice black

I'm gonna make you tap to my rap

Y'all critics really think i just bought that new rifle to tap?

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

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

Undefeated gs and a t-shirt and my leaders hat

On my way back home

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

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

My ex bitch bitter now cause everything sweet

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

My niggas clownbring a pound

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

So let me tell you about this guy