This is a song about "You can t tap"

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that

Y'all critics really think i just bought that new rifle to tap?

Bitches tend to love a nigga with the most money

But most importantly, hip hop isn’t dead no more you see

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

My flow ain't to fast and t ain't to slow, just so perfect that you could never know

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Them ignorant thrashing mothafuckers is my gang

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

And i rap like a nigga who invented rap

My rhymes are smooth they flow like water from a tap

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I'm in plex, i got to munch you as t. rex,