This is a song about "Tapping out"

I gotta little clout

So we.agreed.to blow that shit out

Spewing out automatics

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Tell them that you're from the wolf gang and you're fuckin' proud

Man nobody out here's got it figured out

He's fingers are tapping to

I'm a still love you

While i rock out with my cock out

Baby heading down a cloud

And watch ya blood drip out

Never lookin for a handout

Turn you over pull it out

I've got nothin' to worry about