This is a song about "Tap"

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

Tap the glass lightly then crescendo

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

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

So if he die, and came back, would he try to save rap

I can just turn you into a dude who tap

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

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

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

So here i am at the store for some chips

My eyes go dark as i tap into my conscience

I thought i recognized her

Tap, tap it in putter