This is a song about "Mix tape"

Listening to my tape,

Pitchfork doesn't need a plate

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

You must mix that with dank

Fighting with my weak hand

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

"money and blood don't mix

So slim davy throw me the tape

I feel good, i look great

It's been nothing but pain

I'm a mix, i'm all the same.

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

This mix tape is shit, so lets get to the chase

I had a cape but lost the tape

I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape