This is a song about "Masking tape"

Listening to my tape,

What you call hate

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

Vindicated of wack rap, when i drop this tape

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

Most bitches, niggas call gone real or fake

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Your demo tape don't mean shit to me

Had a poor man swag now it’s priced right

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

We got young people's lives at stake

So slim davy throw me the tape