This is a song about "Masking tape"

Summertime in the city

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

Collection of freestyles that i just want to make

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

We'd have you fallin' and now you scrapin' from that kemba shake

And some others, but you'll figure that out later in this tape

Etype of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape

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

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

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Best friend, girl friend, and my good cousin

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

His neck was stuck inside the tape deck,

That girl’s an alien and if i die before i wake

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape