This is a song about "Kid meal mix tape"

Rip this kid to bits kick him in a chair and tape him

So right before i sleep, dear god, what i'm askin

My fame's no mistakesince the deal

Soon as im home, yo, im cookin up a meal

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

And the v12, that's on various trips

So i don't spill my mix

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

With no receivers had the pickin of a option

So here i am at the store for some chips

He got you sick, he takes the mix

At the same time, pull up like james bond

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

I only roll with the real

I went out , got some meal