This is a song about "Mix tape"

And add nightmares to the mix.

Two whips, six tattoos, no kids

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

Trying to renovate the game

All dem niggas gonna hate

I had a cape but lost the tape

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Listening to my tape,

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

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

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

But i'm fuckin' hungry so every track i make's a meow mix.

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Spitting caution tape, paying homage, say,