This is a song about "Tap tance"

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

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Can’t you hear that

Drinking roc like its tap

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Better begin, again with the meddling, turn the tap on the rap/

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience

But it's funny how you tap and tap

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

Hit yo ho with a muthafuckin baseball bat

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

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

No reason to be around

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground