This is a song about "Tap"

But it's funny how you tap and tap

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

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

Fuck it, its hip hop and niggas don't give a damn

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

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

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement

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

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

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

My rhymes are smooth they flow like water from a tap

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

Cause they right down the street

So repeat tap both feet