This is a song about "My mix tape"

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

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

So i don't spill my mix

My team getting digits

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

Bad rap, cuties claim

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Nor am i contemplating on every single tape,

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait

You must mix that with dank

Got racks you don’t understand

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

She'll tae kwon do anythin' that we mentioned