This is a song about "Making a mixtape"

Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good

I never knew i'd drop a mixtape with kid,

Making love to a professor of divinity

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

Making a rap, don't care what ya'll say

All up under the covers day

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

Making a how to be successful researches,

The fence they was on about my rap skills

I was born to do the damn thing

I’m a star in the making