This is a song about "Tap that"

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

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

And when you say your going for a fag break you don't the ones you tap

Nigga, don't be nervous nigga, say somethin'; trust me guys, he can rap

I'm gonna make you tap to my rap

Snapple fact: you rather wack

So repeat tap both feet

Bitch i'm all you need

Chima ferguson's bangin', you ace niggas is low card, wolf gang

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

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

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

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

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

My rhymes are smooth they flow like water from a tap