This is a song about "My mix tape"

Smokin' weed like it ain't no thing, so even kids

Out of roads grow the brightest flowers of the mix,

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

The day my mix tape drops will be the day i emerge,

And if they resort to mix-tapes, my feats'll beat 'em per cassette

Or will they kill me while i'm sleepin, two to the head

So i don't spill my mix

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

Listening to my tape,

If i should die before i wake

This shit make a nigga wanna get some bread or bust a head

I play the best of my game, it blasts through a tape cassette,

I play the best of my game, it blasts through a tape cassette,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

Searching for fortune and fame

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