This is a song about "Crappy mixtape"

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,

When miles davis cuttin lose with the band

My son and i have been dealt one crappy hand,

Entwine,meaning that this crappy artist i'm versing is about to be wiped off from

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

Right flows down and they might go nice

Crappy shity feces

My visions that i record, the instruments i adore

This is what i wrote it for, the mixtape i recorded for,

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,