This is a song about "Mix tape"

They say them colors must be fake

So slim davy throw me the tape

Gray coupe, whip in momma's name

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

And add nightmares to the mix.

It's moe, all i need is more chips

I swear these off rhyme bums are full of hate

I had a cape but lost the tape

Mostly cause niggas hate you, tryin to fill up your plate

If you hand me your shit i toss your demo tape

He got you sick, he takes the mix

I be giving work to the kids

She likes the way it hits her lips

"money and blood don't mix

The wedding tape makes me travel back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black