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

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

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

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

This the ambition anthem, i flowed it to the flag

They think they bring that pain

They crucifying my name

Tap, tap it in putter

So we'll just suffer

Cause everytime you come around

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

But he ain't beggin' for itand you can't love it you can

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

Yeah see i let my nigga hit that

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

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

Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap