This is a song about "Making a mixtape"

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

And it's crazy cause i've actually got a mixtape i can call mine.

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

Second nature, a mixtape featuring theory and illusion, goes back and forth,

With no remorseyou get blasted full forcea nike endorsement doin' shootings on a horse

And my only fear's a wedding ring

A ghetto in the making.

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

Strictly menace wear, making off a guinness beer

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit

I got a mixtape in hands, got plans to kill shit,

Stop making faces like a plastic surgeon

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young