This is a song about "Tap tap my name jef"

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

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

I'm tryin to keep income comin' in and collect on my ass cap

Quoting the big ones while i tap a bitch once

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

But it's funny how you tap and tap

Flat ass, true dat, a sex addict wouldnt tap dat,

Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

I just tap bitches, stack riches, slap and smack 'em, gaze in space,

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack

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

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

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that