This is a song about "Duct tape mob"

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

Churches with dirty pastors my people pass the collection plate

The wedding tape makes me travel back

This is why her nigga mad

I'm a mob by myself/

So hold back ya tears

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

And some others, but you'll figure that out later in this tape

From the time that you stole my heart

No job, got robbed, by the mob, i sobbed.

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see