This is a song about "Tap that"

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

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

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

My chances were shallow somehow i'm so deep

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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

Whether teddy or pat

Hella intelligent that

So repeat tap both feet

We can't catch the beat

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

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience