This is a song about "Duct tape"

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart

And when my tape come out, i hope you all play this

I found myself losing focus at a sunday service

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

Stop the tape! this kid needs to be locked away! (get him!)

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

But five years from now i bet she see

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But i - somehow, some way

Spitting caution tape, paying homage, say,