This is a song about "Tap tance"

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

A smooth criminaland though i pack this pound

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

They give a lapdance n' tap dance for daps, that's wrong but

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

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

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

Therefore before i end this short, i'll make tap like i'm randy couture

All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

But seemingly believe it though