This is a song about "Mix tape"

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Listening to my tape,

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

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

Way too much right here is at stake

I had a cape but lost the tape

I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped

I'll moon walk it if i'm truly in your heart

Just speak kcb again then you'll see a mix

Or the crack that they sell to put food in their kids