This is a song about "Duct tape mob"

Duct tape just incase you try to go n make an escape

No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight

Fuck that now trying get the money

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Mami... she open, she open

Yup, im stylin on'emevery girl i meet thinks im hot

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

We can never be friends

I'm a mob by myself/

Etype of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

I think i'm koko b. ware, you just a bird babe

So slim davy throw me the tape

I'm dreaming to be great

The mass murder mob, with plots of kidnapping cops

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops