This is a song about "My mix tape"

Shout out bobby on hundreds

And add nightmares to the mix.

He got you sick, he takes the mix

They bringing me fish and chips

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

Drop this tape, make it great, that's what's on my checklist,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'll tape you in place in my basement, take a vacation,

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

Grown men in this game

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

My bars are a fluent fit / a confusing mix exiting my spewing lips

Trying hard to speak and

You must mix that with dank