This is a song about "Tap dat ass"

Gold plate wit dat rine stone

So don't follow me home

So repeat tap both feet

I pray the lord my guns to keep

When i finish tappin dat ass, i pass, it around the class and say next please,

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Real nigga, pardon whoever feel different

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

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

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

But it's funny how you tap and tap

Bitch, am on dat cocaine

Now that's what you call a game