This is a song about "My mix tape"

I'll get to em when i land

You must mix that with dank

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

And add nightmares to the mix.

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sell a dub mix some drugs

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Upon other limbs it's looking like a bag of chex mix

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

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

On my back pack and grip tape. they made me take it off.

And never let up, look how i just crept up without applause

You're listening to this mix tape 'n

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand