This is a song about "Tap dat"

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Tap, tap it in putter

She can't be my mother

That’s why i strike first and the verse cuts deep

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

Bet i'm heavy with that

Drinking roc like its tap

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

I gonna take it really nice and slow

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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

Quoting the big ones while i tap a bitch once

Far from alarmed, i just part wit my problems

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

Platinum and gold, you gots to love that