This is a song about "My mixed tape"

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

That bitch was racist, got me fired

It's just my soda mixed with brown

Baby doll, check it out: i get around

Spitting caution tape, paying homage, say,

If i can leave this place, and just get away

But use tomorrow as a mull again, church

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

Listening to my tape,

See let me demonstrate

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

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

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

While everybody got ammunition on deck

I had a cape but lost the tape

I feel good, i look great