This is a song about "Tapping ass"

Your life is a product of trash

Big tits and a big ass

A wife on the runfull of common bluntsunconditionally married

Nonstop rapping, yo girl tapping me, wrapping me up like a package packing sheet

Got my foot on the gas

Kicked out on my own ass

Cocaine, he had that game in a smash

A couple of hookers, nice ass

Bring your pen and your weed stash

While i rise take your ass

I've been rapping, tapping, and clapping ever since the middle ages,

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

I'm tapping out on my keypad, it's carnage, is there any doubt to see that

I'll show you where my rare essence is at, the adolescence of rap

Quick to burn yo bitch ass

Lights will flash, cars will crash