This is a song about "Mixtape a"

I got a mixtape in hands, got plans to kill shit,

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

I'll be the underline i'm-trynna get beside you like the number 9, dime

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

Cos kids gonna bump to my mixtape all day

So hit me with them cups, ron artest stepen jackson, yea

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

One mixtape from this rapper,

But that's what he liked her

I'm wolf, ace gon' put that fucking hole in my head

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