This is a song about "Tap that"

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

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

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

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Cause they right down the street

So repeat tap both feet

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience

And in akron, my niggas they would throw things

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

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need

So, i’m on some 40 days and night shit

That i forgot,that i needed

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

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

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

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