This is a song about "Duct tape"

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

Duct tape and tied to the motherfucking bed post

Spitting caution tape, paying homage, say,

Can't be held against you in any kind of way

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,

And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

Or i can use tape, who's fate can i decide/

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

Picked up the tape, the whole tv too

I ain't dissin' you dog, i'm dismissin' you

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years