This is a song about "Masking tape"

Her phone in the bag, she dancing

Spawned, unsolved, soldiers he's masking/

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

Picked up the tape, the whole tv too

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

I'll tape you in place in my basement, take a vacation,

Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

And i don't make no bed rock

Yellow tape up and now your minds shocked

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

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

Must be part of some big plan to keep a brotha in tha state

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,