This is a song about "Tap dat ass"

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

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

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

He's all expensive like dat nylon

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

I'mma do this fast or slow

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

Dependin' on how i feel, either the coupe or sedan

Let's get you on the sack, hap. nap. tap you in your ass man.

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Ice melts into rain

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

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat