This is a song about "Mixtape fure"

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

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Cos kids gonna bump to my mixtape all day

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

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

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

You can try to walk inside my brain but i close the door