This is a song about "Tap that"

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

I'm feelin' like a platter at phillip's when i rap

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Tap, tap it in putter

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Ass fat, tap that put it on the ground

Tito santana matador ain't equipped to stop the bull

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

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

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

Drinking roc like its tap

Pass that, catch back, fast that

That i forgot,that i needed

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that