This is a song about "Masking tape"

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Alot of niggas fake who go to hard

And when my tape come out, i hope you all play this

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack

The wedding tape makes me travel back

So my cup is full, too much pain to fight

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

Calling niggas out, who tape themselves burning papers

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,