This is a song about "My mixed tape"

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

A fucking sin or too illegal play this shit in church

All these mixed feeling about my siblings,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

And when my tape come out, i hope you all play this

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

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

Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred

A lil, signed, sealed, delivered

And when my tape come out, i hope you all play this

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

Fresh-ass nigga, no wonder why them hoes be open

Medical experiment benadryl mixed with heroin

Take you to my basement, get some scotch tape to wrap ya face with

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live