This is a song about "Commas mixtape"

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Murderin' beats? this mixtape album? i guess it's dead,

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

One mixtape from this rapper,

Then the stars don't even matter