This is a song about "Tap dat"

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

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

Youve had niqqas since and im cool wit dat

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

So repeat tap both feet

I said i got my ass beat

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

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

Heavy in the game

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

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

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

This prada make me shallow

We got dat guns and flow

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

And in fact i can’t deny