This is a song about "Mixtape"

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

With canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus

My mixtape needs a warning sign attached so you know i'm dangerous,

Can't use the phonecause i'm sure someone is tappin indid it before

This is what i wrote it for, the mixtape i recorded for,

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

And it's crazy cause i've actually got a mixtape i can call mine.

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

Murderin' beats? this mixtape album? i guess it's dead,