This is a song about "Tap out"

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

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

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

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

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

Grow your beard out, just weird out

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

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

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

So repeat tap both feet

Redan road, that’s my street

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience

We talkin' b blockers keep us with deep pockets

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

The way i flow the way i rap, your insults are my incentive to tap