This is a song about "Mixtape a"

A clever idea to take something they said

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

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Mistakes ona mixtape and make my rymes pen i trate in your mind

And it rules everything around them

A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon

And it was mixtape after mixtapes and then the

Play me for a stepping stone then, i land mine, huh

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

Working on our mixtape and album, you wit it,

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

I said boss and i meant that; advance, you spent that