This is a song about "Mix tape"

Sell a dub mix some drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits

Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Listening to my tape,

Real g shit i don't use no cape

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

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

Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shake

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

The audience lovin’ him cuz most of them can relate